Whitefish River And if the night is burning,

| Heyooo! We can try these two again lmfao
| all mild and healing: swollen left hind leg. swollen front left ankle, sprain. scrapes and bruised all over, swollen right eye
| Clear
| 12:10PM

After his return to the riverside, Hiero followed every instruction left by Speedy to make a quick (speedy) recovery. He rested, ate, put some weight back on, hydrated himself, made sure his wounds were looked after and not infected, etc... etc... It was routine at this point really, to be looked over from head to toe to make sure there was no illness slipping from his notice. It was a pain in the ass, but it was necessary. 

One face in particular was a little new. He saw her here and there, and this time, he somewhat followed her trail to the borders. Careful to not be creepy, but he was curious still about this one. She was a part of the court on the other side of the mountains, and now she was a part of Kaistleoki. Curious indeed. He was slow to follow her trail, footprints in the ground, bent grass, fur left behind on sticks, and other stick-y objects. Not wanting to invade her space immediately after finding her pace, he would eventually come into view as she patrolled. 

Clearing his throat to try and get her attention, he smiled. With a nod of his head, he greeted before opening his mouth. I leave for a bit and find a new face among us. Maybe this will ease them into a conversation? Their meeting previously was very brief, did she even remember him?