Kildeer Rest nìkeftxo

ravah hadn't realized before, but now she does. watching as the yearling stumbles, wobbles, uneasy upon his own four paws. something he should be accustomed to by now, and her expression shifts from harsh to... softer.

oh, she sighs. all thoughts of callahan and sega are whisked from her mind.

the woman picks her way over to him, gingerly, the plush winter tail of hers tucking amongst her hocks. careful to not spook him off in anyway, though he didn't seem flighty.

ravah hums partially to herself as she looks him over once, swallowing her prior thoughts. kildeer rest. she says to him, pale eyes dropping upon his famished flanks and gaunt features.

a tsk. come, ravah beckons. i taking you to cache i make nearby. and in case he does not know what that means, food.