Luneshale Pass May the bridges I have burned light my way back home

He blinked, momentarily stunned; he hadn't expected it to be that easy. One paw lifted reflexively to rest atop the bird, but Panacea stared at the man for several more seconds before it really settled in. Kemal; Águila; Verapaz. Easy enough.

Panacea, he answered softly. His ears tilted forward, tail relaxing but not swaying yet. He lowered his muzzle to crunch the bird down, bones and all, licking the blood from his lips when he lifted his head again.

Verapaz, Panacea echoed after a moment, tone tinged with a question. Tell me about it. He took a tentative step closer, into pack territory now, breath catching just a little.