Noctisardor Bypass the wild god reaches into a bag made of moles and nightingale-skin

Etienne lurked near the birthing den a couple times a day, but he never went inside and left soon after he arrived. When all seemed well. Heda knew how to get him should she need him anyway. Golden eyes lifted at the sound of pattering feet.

Etienne saw her coming and froze. She, well, she certainly didn't look well. He frowned in thought. He would make sure to get her more fish. And though it was truly awful. Brushing some of the fish gunk on her fur and then washing it off may make her fur feel a little softer and better. But first was to put weight on her.

She would need choice meats. The fatty parts of the animals and she would need to eat more than a few meals a day. More meals a day. He was trying to mentally go through the things he may need to find to help her put weight on.

He chuffed quietly, but didn't move. His own body thin and worn. He had not been eating and refused to groom his pelt. He didn't speak to anyone. Stayed within the realm of shadows, but hte whole reason he was here. Was right there in front of him. So he watched and waited.

His eye still yellow and bruised. He couldn't walk hard without wincing. His lip scabbed. He kept reopening it, without meaning too.