Sawtooth Spire wild kids

He flinched away with a hiss when she tried to clean some of the blood, mostly out of fear that she would touch his eye rather than because it actually hurt any more than it already did. She insisted it looked bad and she couldn’t possibly help him herself.

With no other choice, Caracal sighed, Okay, and was about to say something else when he bit his lip. Maybe… don’t go to Mereo though? I don’t want my mom to stress out. She’s pregnant. And… What about Killdeer? If you still wanna go traveling with just me, then, yeah, he finished more than a little nonsensically.

He pushed to his feet, feeling quite shaky with the pain radiating through his eyesocket. Caracal figured he could manage to walk far enough to find somewhere to shelter, though an idea hit him suddenly.

Let’s go back to that river we ran past, he said, thinking about how soothing the cold water might feel if he cleaned it there. And we’re taking this, he added, coming to a halt beside the goose and punching it right in its dead face.