Stavanger Bay Bird beaks and Talon claws

Nerian sighed softly, the sigh was not exhausted or mean but rather an exhalation of 'if your sure...' Nerian buried her muzzle in the underside of Thistle's jaw, where her head met her neck and wuffed gently, taking in Thistle's smell though she knew it all to well by now. Even here below the line of wounds that the birds had created, she would smell the mix of arnica paste as it dried upon Thistle's wounds.

You'll need to wash yourself in the salt water of the bay in a few days just to get the poultice off and keep any infection from taking root. I enjoy having such a useful natural resource around.

Nerian then looked up past Thistle's head and toward the clouds ugh... winter will be here sooner then we know it