07-12-2018, 12:21 PM
Contrary to popular belief, birds have an amazing sense of smell. When Cry picked up the scent of blood, her wings spread open, bee lining for whatever she could pick up. The raven tilted her head at the overhead sight of someone pushing a helmet off their head. People normally didn't wear armor, none the less helmets. The raven shook her head to clear her thoughts, diving to land beside North. She hissed at the sight of blood falling down the stranger's face. Ouch. She had little to no empathy, but even she had to admit that had to hurt.
She muttered a curse under her breath, glaring at the situation. So a stranger's collapsed on their border, bleeding out, probably has frost bite, and can't stand. Cry looked down at her wings. What could she do? Stop the bleeding? With what?? .... She stared down at her feathers, gently twitching in the wind. She sighed. Fine. Cry hopped over, trying to push her feathers onto the bleeding wound. Eeeeugh this was so disgusting. You owe me big time... She whispered to herself. Word spread fast here, someone would show up soon. The raven turned hear head, screeching out a loud caw, trying to catch anyone's attention near by.
"SPEECH"