Hushed Willows every touch

caw does not feel particularly hurried to get back to his paws; instead, he lays there, following fionn with his eyes as the other man trots over to stand beside him.

“can have win,” caw allows cheerfully, as though he has any hope of turning this around for himself. he has stopped wiggling now, though his tail thuds slowly against the packed dirt and grass. he does not mind losing! “you are good fighter!” it is, of course, a low bar when it comes to caw, but a genuine complement nonetheless.