Raven's Watch i would sing

His patience was a well trained thing, allowing his mind to wander rather than wind itself up in frustration at the pair's molasses-like pace. The silence between them, too, was something the male did not take offense to, letting the ruddy female decide what was comfortable for her and going along with it. Stjornuati had never been one to mind the quiet, and even if he had been, he was certainly not now after traveling so long with Solpallur.

Eventually though, they would draw close to the Watch and its spectacular jewel of a lake, allowing the northerner to gently deposit the injured @Teya at the water's bank before loping off in the direction of his small cache. Swiftly, he would return, a small tote of dried carcass caught between his teeth. Setting the novelty down upon the damp ground near the female, he looked to her ankle again, swollen and angry from their venture here.

It is badly hurting? He asked, though he could assume she would answer affirmatively, and already moved to nose through his small bundle of treatments.