Emberflame Ridge Aftershock

"I did not," he admitted after a moment. "Although, now I find myself marveling at your predilection for attending the slopes." He looked at her too, a bemused sort of expression on his dauntless face, and his tail swaying slowly. "If I recall, each time I have met you, it is surrounded by cliffs of some sort." Warbone's eyes drifted to her side, perhaps looking for blood, but then he supposed she was only bruised; and in body only, as she seemed too used to such an occurrence that it no longer bruised her emotionally. "There are willow trees north of us," he said then, gesturing with his muzzle. "Chewing their leaves or bark is will relieve aches." It was information for her to tuck away for later or explore now— Warbone was merely chatting because a renewed yearning within him told him that it was what he wanted.

"Were you headed somewhere?"