Stavanger Bay Bird beaks and Talon claws

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Thistle sat quietly when she swiveled ears hearing footfalls on the ground. She turned blue eyed gaze towards it and watched as Nerian came at a run. She tilted her head trying to blink through the blood that filled her face and eyes. She grumbled to herself, head wounds always bled so much more than regular wounds.

Thistle was momentarily surprised when Nerian approached her in a more physical way than she was used to from the priestess. She had always been under the impression, that Nerian did not like to be touched. She laid a small lick on the other’s brow to let her know she was fully aware of her surroundings and cognitive, nothing like the fight with the cougar, nothing at all. Thistle did not move as Nerian worked to clean the wounds on her face and head, most of the wounds being on her head and shoulders, though a few had landed on her brow, as the gyrfalcons had dove for her eyes.

Thistle spoke softly Junior again, the girl invites trouble. She said the last part rather fondly, loving the child for her spirit and wayward ways. She came to see us, but she ran past the gyrfalcons and they have nests this time of year, so they attacked her, and I didn’t think of anything but how I needed to take care of her. She will needed tended too as well I believe. I did what I could with what I had at the moment.