GRÍMNISMÁL | OPEN

[BLOODHOUND.]

The bird in the bundle was mostly quiet now, making only an occasional surprised caw if Bloodhound moved too quickly. They were glad, to have wrapped it up safe enough that its wing was in less pain. They hear someone large come up behind them, turning their head to see Aurum, trotting to catch up. They slow down and stop, lifting a leg and cradling the crow bundle in the crook of their wrist. It would be easier to speak perhaps, like this.

They bow their head at Aurum's greeting, and notice Caustic's approach, how he shields his eyes with his paw so that he isn't looking at their snout. They are touched, in a way, at how polite it is of him. They forget, for a moment, that their mask isn't covering their mouth, and they show a little smile. At the both of them expressing concern, they look down at the poor bird.

"The tremors seem to have caught it unawares. I found it pinned by its wing, under a branch." Bloodhound turns their attention to Aurum and Caustic again, and with their mouth visible, one could see them frown. "The wing may be lost. But there is life behind that pain."

"Is there anyone who can help?" They ask quietly, as if they're afraid of the answer.

THE TRUE TEST IS BEFORE THE ALLFATHER.