Blackfeather Woods that's not true--that's impossible!

Perhaps he has underestimated the sanctity of the place. Glancing at the stones with a touch of nervousness, Argent pulls back, lowering his head slightly. "Argent," he answers. "I did not mean to intrude," he adds, looking down at her -- his eyes follow the strange curl of her disabled paw, but he does not comment or react, "I heard your cry and wanted to .. check up, I suppose." Less out of kindness than his natural tendency to follow the whims of his curiosity on impulse, but, well. That part doesn't need to be told.