Broken Antler Fen Don't return to me my love

He wasn't a fan of the cold or the wet. 
it was however a relief to not worry about leeches. 

He heard the sloshing of pawsteps and looked up, tail flagging. The male stood in front of him was absolutely beautiful- massive and well built with crimson and white plumage. Briefly ashamed of the scars crossing his face and body he tried to keep his head turned away. 
"Good to know. Survived too much for a thing the size of my paw to take me out." He laughed good naturedly. "I'm Memory. And you?"