AND IF VENICE IS SINKING + RECONSTRUCTION TASKS

[BLOODHOUND.]

They had spent the better part of the day dressing the crow's wing with a few scraps of fabric they had torn from their own nest of blankets, delicately trying to set the bones of a very upset bird in pain. They had not given up on the little thing yet, but doubts had begun to form in their mind. It finally had settled in to rest, after all the struggling and prodding, and Bloodhound decided that perhaps.... they needed time to think.

Was this right? Keeping a bird away from the wild like this, even if it was injured? What if its wing never did heal? What then?

Lost in their thoughts, Bloodhound had not been far from the square when they'd heard Leroy's voice. The gruff tones snapped them out of their thoughts, and they ventured closer, eager to help where they could. They found themself eyeing the hyena next to them out of curiosity, she was a bit thin and scrappy, but her eyes were filled with determination. It was certainly something that renewed their own, especially with how low the spirits were, as of late.

They supposed introductions could happen later, but they did note that she smelled very unfamiliar. Like burnt fur and flesh. Perhaps she was new, as well.

"I too, will lend my strength. What do you need?"

THE TRUE TEST IS BEFORE THE ALLFATHER.