It was the scream that drew his attention down as the white raven winged his way over the ruins. There was more to do than time to do it, as always, and when he didn't have any heavy parcels to bring along he found it swifter to fly on feathered wings from place to place. He had gone to tend the monument he had built with the help of his friends at the Bone Bridge, the one dedicated to Ludo and Mort, and now he was on his way back to the settlement to finish some last minute Fiat Lux preparations.
But when had he ever not responded to a scream, however shrill and tiny? Even as he turned on a wingtip and dove to arrow between the overarching boughs of the Labyrinth below he suspected it was a squirrel doing the shrieking, but the real question was: what was bothering one of the squirrels? Was it a Boggart, or some other predator? Or was someone in trouble--
He pulled up at the sight of the honey badger, then flapped just out of sight around the nearest corner of the maze before shifting back. His soulcatching lantern was still at his hip (a new and still-fascinating development), though he was otherwise weaponless.
Not that he needed his steel much these days. An arrogance he really needed to start addressing and getting back into shape with, before the oversight got him killed. But today was not yet that day (he hoped), as he arched a brow at the bloody sight of Loren's badger form mangling a squirrel. Loren? he called. Are you in there? Or had the badger overwhelmed his friend's consciousness again, as it had with the ningo?
But when had he ever not responded to a scream, however shrill and tiny? Even as he turned on a wingtip and dove to arrow between the overarching boughs of the Labyrinth below he suspected it was a squirrel doing the shrieking, but the real question was: what was bothering one of the squirrels? Was it a Boggart, or some other predator? Or was someone in trouble--
He pulled up at the sight of the honey badger, then flapped just out of sight around the nearest corner of the maze before shifting back. His soulcatching lantern was still at his hip (a new and still-fascinating development), though he was otherwise weaponless.
Not that he needed his steel much these days. An arrogance he really needed to start addressing and getting back into shape with, before the oversight got him killed. But today was not yet that day (he hoped), as he arched a brow at the bloody sight of Loren's badger form mangling a squirrel. Loren? he called. Are you in there? Or had the badger overwhelmed his friend's consciousness again, as it had with the ningo?
