Dragoncrest Cliffs jungle bird

Blackbear was surprised when he came to check her over, much like Daddy used to do when she fell out of a tree or got knocked around during a hunt or playfight. It made her feel a little silly and even more embarrassed, but she figured they had bigger fish to fry, and oh gosh he was close and she could feel his breath against her cheek, ugh.

"Blackbear," she replied, managing to keep her voice even, albiet somewhat strained. She turned her head toward her side to sniff through her fur, but the motion didn't hurt her overmuch and she smelled only minimal amounts of blood. "I think it's fine. Just a scrape and a bad bruise." She couldn't believe she'd already messed up this monumentally in front of him. "We should get after them, huh?"