Bramblepoint Rose petals

It isn't much, the dark boy commented uncertainly. He did not know who Diana was, but he understood a blessing well enough. The voles were common in woodland areas around the water he knew and he had searched for them for more than an hour after his swim. 

Placing the dangling rodents at his paws, Crowfeather drew his attention to the wound on Germanicus' foreleg with a thoughtful expression. 

It looks better, doesn't it? You heal well. 

Then an uncertain smile found its way to his lips and Crowfeather sought the gaze of the older man as he had a dozen times before.