As the gourds rolled off Jigano turned his head to see who he had rescued. No stranger at all! Rather, Quanil's sister stood behind him, looking battered and bruised but otherwise alive and well. He snorted with amused indignation at the thought of eating such a sorry morsel, crouching to get a better look at her. Freina? he tried telepathically through the Attuned bond. It was unlikely, but stranger things had happened... such as with Oliver and Peter.
Her groan of frustration had his attention returning to the retreating rapscallions and he snorted an annoyed huff at seeing what Freina had already taken note of: their next destination. His first instinct was to fly after them, to engage in a carnival of carnage upon the fields - one he would apologize to Fangorn for later, of course. The town was in danger, and it was what heroes did! He tensed and quivered, ready to be off and after the little terrors.
...Except that Safrin had taken great pains to point out that he was no hero. There were others just as brave and strong, if not more so. Warriors, mages, stubborn townsfolk who would defend their homes. But who would help Freina, if he left to go chasing after the herd? He held still a moment longer, then the tension seemed to drain out of him as he snaked his head back to croon in concern at his erstwhile companion's limping.
Her groan of frustration had his attention returning to the retreating rapscallions and he snorted an annoyed huff at seeing what Freina had already taken note of: their next destination. His first instinct was to fly after them, to engage in a carnival of carnage upon the fields - one he would apologize to Fangorn for later, of course. The town was in danger, and it was what heroes did! He tensed and quivered, ready to be off and after the little terrors.
...Except that Safrin had taken great pains to point out that he was no hero. There were others just as brave and strong, if not more so. Warriors, mages, stubborn townsfolk who would defend their homes. But who would help Freina, if he left to go chasing after the herd? He held still a moment longer, then the tension seemed to drain out of him as he snaked his head back to croon in concern at his erstwhile companion's limping.
