Sleepy Fox Hollow We stand shoulder to shoulder

Reyson was surprised at the way the man honed in upon his wounds. Then he realized he was a medic and he himself probably looked a fright. He gave a soft turn of one side of hi smaw and shook his head.

Lynx. We killed it, but not without heavy injuries. Mine are light compared to my fellow soldier Towhee. It is not good. I am useless there.

Reyson had never felt so helpless before. Even when he had been in the trenches. At least he could do some remedial help, and he had Renaud, but the wounds that had been upon Towhee.

He shuddered at them. The whiteness of her spine against the dark of her fur. It was enough to make him ill.