Duskfire Glacier Lost

it doesn't take wintersbane long to find a small woodland critter to sate the worst of the injured woman's belly.

when he returns, he carries betwixt his jaws a plump squirrel — not much meat but given that it's been some while since she's eaten, wintersbane considers that too much food might be overwhelming and work against her. it was best, the tundrian considers from his own experience, to start small.

he drops the quarry down between them and takes a few steps away to give her space.

for a while, he is content to let silence settle between them before breaking it to say, there are food caches throughout the territory you are welcome to shift through. i only ask that when you are recovered and rested enough that you replace what you take, eventually. it is what wintersbane expects of everyone, after all. there is communal denning in the greyfall caverns, he idly gestures in their direction with a scarred muzzle. you are welcome to make yourself at home there ...and we have a few healers that would be more than happy to look at your injuries, if you'd like.

it is here wintersbane stops, taking a sheepish breath, hoping he is not throwing too much information at her at one time.