Between meeting Kestrel, and finding a young dog caught in someone's old forgotten metal snare who he was helping back to Valhalla to treat his wounded leg, Tornach had been gone far longer than he had ever intended to be. But the company had been pleasant enough, despite illness and injury, so he hadn't minded the delay and he was in far better spirits than he had been for quite some time. He was late enough that Aiden - who was was not generally quick to worry about his absence and had been the one encouraging him to get out and regain his freedom - had been keeping worried watch for him in the sky, and came diving down to scold him as he approached the wall at a slow limp to accommodate the young collie limping beside him.

"I'll tell you everything later," he finally interrupted the blistering tirade delivered on him by the falcon. "But right now I've promised Tam some help -" The young border collie gave an embarrassed nod, which Aiden returned which a fierce glare. "- and I'm afraid I'll have to bring him into Valhalla's lands to do so since I don't have anywhere else at the moment, so I'll need to call for my niece to get permission, so I haven't the time to explain just yet."

The much-smaller dog sighed, clearly embarrassed to be the cause of any trouble but also very obviously in need of the help, to judge by the lacerations on his foreleg where the metal snare had tightened enough to cut into flesh, and the lacerations on his lips and gums where he'd tried to grip it enough to loosen it.

Tornach raised his scarred muzzle and called out for Aurielle. He didn't want to bring the injured canine past the walls without Aurielle's knowledge, even if he wasn't a wolf the intrusion of another canine predator would likely be unwelcome without permission.

Aurielle Adravendi

Despite his guesting at Valhalla, it wasn’t often that Tornach called for her. She’d been working on more of the pendants with Ayodele, this one an obsidian arrowhead she’d found on a venture recently. Now that she’d fully glowed, the locks of hair that they wove together carried the same light, though much weaker after parting from her body. Would the light fade, leaving the shimmer behind? She waited long enough for Ayodele to tie off the braid before she tucked the half-completed bauble away in a secret spot and trotted from the cave and out of the ravine, picking up the pace to an easy flowing lope as she arrowed in on her Uncle’s location. She slowed as she neared the wall, falling into an elegant step as she slid from the tall plains grass, looking for the tall man and finding him. He didn’t seem to be in duress, but there was blood on the air, and her eyes fell to the dog, features falling easily into the natural, gentle smile as she approached the two. The collie dog looked frankly embarrassed, and quite injured. “Hello.” Her voice was gentle, warmly soothing before she looked up at Tornach, ears perked. She had no issue with allowing the young dog to enter the territory—he was with her uncle and visibly hurt, so she listed off a treatment, eyes asking if Tornach approved as she nodded toward the hillock, inviting as she shifted in that direction. “Yarrow and Agrimony tea to wash the wounds and stop the bleeding, and a calendula salve with comfrey as an added bandage poultice? Cairo found bees a few days ago, and we managed to get some of the honey and the wax. We left enough for the hive to rebuild on—a bear had already found the nest before he did.” It was clear that she adored the thundercloud healer, relieved he was alright, especially as she'd seen Aiden begin keeping a keen-eyed watch for him. Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think