Kildeer Rest alpha negative

barely three steps toward home he's made it when a flash of movement turns his head. a streak of black and the squeal of a mouse greet him -- oh, he thinks, awkwardly shuffling back as if he might somehow be in her way. it'd be easy for delight to move on and leave her to her meal but his eyes catch on her cracked paw pads, her slightly ragged-run appearance.

he clears his throat. "you, uh," the chancellor starts with his usual eloquence, "you doing okay there?"