KORBIN
Strangely, the raven did no such thing. There was some hissing, yes, and at one point the heavy beak clapped in irritation when the wound stung particularly bad. But it remained still, merely observing with eyes that did not blink.
When the bloodflow had been quenched, the Korbin-bird cocked its head and eyed the makeshift bandage with faint interest. Testing to see if the wing could be folded back against its side, it did so with apparent relief, and sat pensive after that. Thinking. Nothing reflected through the bond, and a bird's eyes were difficult to read.
After some time, however, it stirred. Inched a step towards Noah. And another. Hesitated, suddenly on edge. Then the beak reached out. Slowly, cautiously, it made to seize hold of the hunter's finger. Not hard, or pinching, just... holding it. And through a minute crack in the bond came the faintest of emotions, drifting on a sigh.
Regret. And gratitude.
When the bloodflow had been quenched, the Korbin-bird cocked its head and eyed the makeshift bandage with faint interest. Testing to see if the wing could be folded back against its side, it did so with apparent relief, and sat pensive after that. Thinking. Nothing reflected through the bond, and a bird's eyes were difficult to read.
After some time, however, it stirred. Inched a step towards Noah. And another. Hesitated, suddenly on edge. Then the beak reached out. Slowly, cautiously, it made to seize hold of the hunter's finger. Not hard, or pinching, just... holding it. And through a minute crack in the bond came the faintest of emotions, drifting on a sigh.
Regret. And gratitude.
Young and alone on a long road,
Once I lost my way
Once I lost my way
