Blackbeak Bluff Casser une Jambe

He knew Chesley was upset. He was afraid of the scarring, afraid maman would reject him if he was ugly. Chaudry clicked his tongue, searching for comforting words. He sighed, licking over the wound. "Keep it clean, you won't scar."

It was only natural to care for your blood. He knew Chesley would blame him for his injuries, yet Chaudry would not resent him for it.

A flick of his tail, and he began on the path back to the mountains. Back to maman.