Redhawk Caldera Beneath the black sea

Her nose wrinkled but Raven didn't react otherwise, except to clean the excrement off her leg with detached movements of her tongue. Messes were just a part of life akin to breathing and blinking these days. Although she wished for a drink of water afterward, Raven (literally) swallowed her distaste and then leaned down to nose the culprit.

He didn't appear to be having any trouble breathing, so that was good. She tightened her foreleg ever so slightly to hold him against her chest in a loose embrace. Whether or not he was sick, the warmth would be good for him.