Nimbus Summit Stasis

Calida eyed the thing. It didn't smell particularly edible to her, but then again it hadn't repelled her. Perhaps it was for herbivores, though she'd never seen one eat one of these herself. Shrugging, she looked to Caracal as he said his farewell, and she dipped her head, bidding him, "Good luck, see you around."

She continued on her patrol, stopping once to admire the view — north of them and below, the glade sprawled; she'd not yet had the chance to explore, and she eyed it wistfully. Perhaps she'd visit it after her patrol. Looking back to Heda, she cleared her throat and asked, "You broke your ankle? Is it... well, I mean, it's better now, right?" An awkward laugh escaped her muzzle, and she shook her pelt out, feeling as if that had been a stupid question. She turned back to look at the glade, then loosed a low call that would carry well beyond their mountain.