Stavanger Bay Bird beaks and Talon claws

The howl for help made her freeze, it was Thistle's voice. She felt her heart in her throat as she darted toward the origin of the sound, she had no herbs on her and from teh last time she had no idea what she'd be running into Thistle seemed to like getting herself into trouble on other's behalf.

Nerian's graceful form moved quick along the ground nearly floating. Her speed she had worked upon in recent times. If she could not be counted on for brute strength she could be counted on for finesse and daring attacks.

Nerian could not help the gasp that escaped her on her the arrival upon Thistle. Nerian moved up close to Thistle and curled her body against Thistle's chest as if to hold her there, but really she just wanted to make sure Thistle was real and cognitive. Using her tongue to clean the blood from her eyes and face and also in the same motion assess the damage.

What happened? she inquired between careful licks. Careful not to ruin what clotting had already started