Dragoncrest Cliffs there goes the theory that an english accent makes everyone sound smart.

He denied any injuries, which made Wildfire click her tongue as she stepped closer to him. "You're bleeding," she pointed out to him. "May I clean it?" she asked but didn't wait, reaching up to gently nose the torn flesh before just as gingerly washing away the blood. As she worked, she pricked her ears, listening to his retelling of the hunt.

Stepping back once she finished, she appraised him with a proud look. "I really wish I'd seen it," she said again, black tail waving. "Maybe we could toss it into the air and reenact it?" she quipped, looking down at the bird which was, ironically enough, spread-eagle on the ground.

"Where were you going to take it?" she wondered.