Moonspear floating nescient

When satisfaction came that he had thoroughly marked the stump, he was ready to move on. Yet Dirge did not get that far along—it was relatively hard to miss the glimpse of white in his peripheral and naturally, his attention detracted from the path ahead to take her in. It wasn't hard to tell her apart from the other injured dove they had in their relative roost; at least this one was a bit more out and about and perhaps a little less secretive in her mannerisms.

He mustered a thin smile to his features as he shifted away from the borderland towards her, his tail swaying easily behind him as he continued to regard her gently. What he did know about her was far and few between; she was an acquaintance of Arcturus and if Dirge had to venture a guess, at least someone outside the purview of the pack that he seemed to care about. The unfortunate victim of choice in someone's nasty little game, and someone he hoped he would not be crossing paths with again any time soon. But the damage had already been done, least for one of them, and he took note of the subtle tension that had eked into her slyphish frame.

"How are you healing?" He spoke gently, as though it would encourage her to ease.