Arrow Lake i wish a cure for my cold tongue existed

That was a reasonable question.

Astrophel. He took a shivering step forwards, the rocks underfoot scraping at his pawpads as he slowly put one foot in front of the other.

I’m..traveling. Heard you yell. Green eyes swept across the shorter man’s form, one paw poised in the air, as though Astrophel was stuck between putting it down or placing it forward.

I know some healing..I thought I could help. He let out a short noise, somewhere between an awkward hiss and a clearing of his throat.

…are you sure it’s alright?