Redhawk Caldera somewhere in the sore, bloated meat around you

it was good to work next to bridget, even for a moment. "of course," teya said. her eyes flicked mistrustfully to the man, but if he suddenly turned on bridget, the raven herself would finish the work of tearing his throat out.
she dashed and returned as quickly as she was able, still many minutes before she came back with the requested things wrapped in a large blade of sedgegrass.
"here," she grunted, settling down beside bridget once more. "will he live? too early to know?"