Shadewood in sickness & in health ii

You're almost there. His voice was hollow but warm, carved out by the sleep deprived ache in his joints. He was still seething, perhaps more than he should've been, but the meager contact between them felt overwhelming in his muddled state of mind, smothering his anger like a sedative. The roots he'd spotted were a little more tangled up close, sticking up out of the ground in weird angles, uncomfortable just to look at. Magpie had them stopped, his muzzle pinched into a sneer as he debated with himself. How the hell was anyone supposed to feel secure out here? He'd been taught all his childhood to find good shelter in rock formations, and yet that advice so well utilized in the past seemed beyond useless in this green hellscape. If only he'd been blessed with proper den carving abilities, perhaps then maybe they would've both been saved a million headache's, and preserved Cormorant's immune system at least. Though, that was all no fault of his own, rather, it was his traveling friend who brought them into this wooded mess. Not him.

He could very well have had the wolf tough it out, especially considering he didn't feel he owed him much of anything. His gaze slid over Cormorant's form, scrutinizing him with narrowed eyes, before dipping over the grass again. Magpie held his silent, contemplative stare, moving only to nudge the other at any impatient or protesting sounds. A shiver of irritation coursed down his spine, followed by a sharp click of his tongue and an obviously exasperated huff. His shoulders flinched as he moved, circling around the wolf to stand over their "spot". He eyed the ground for a moment, an almost defeated expression taking over whatever anger was left as he descended toward the floor.  Magpie got about as comfortable as he could, wincing at the protruding branches digging into his side with little verbal complaints. As much as he would've liked to express to Cormorant the kind of burden he was, it was better the wolf didn't know exactly how much he was sacrificing for his comfortability. Well? You look like an idiot standing there like that, I won't bite.