Dragoncrest Cliffs my tongue is sour from the hunger of missing you

Artaax smiled as he dropped his catch on the sand at his paws. "Sha," he confirmed, pushing it towards her with a pale paw, "I caught it further up the coast. It's for you, if you're well enough." He looked hopefully at her, his tail moving gently back and forth. She seemed better now than she had been in days, so it didn't seem entirely unreasonable that her stomach could handle the bird. He glanced down at it, feeling pride swell in his chest again at the white feathers stained with red.