We seek opportunity

Starling was happily moving along, his paws quick over the marshy land as he searched for a place to hide his stock, to find where he could set up camp for the seige. Why had his father picked this place? It was awful.... He couldn't help but sigh, a sound lost to the screeching of the birds. It certainly was loud here, wasn't it. Suddenly a sound cut through the cacophony, clear as day to Starling's delicate ears. He knew that voice, and that voice was in pain! A shot of sheer ice cut through his chest, and his eyes grew so wide. He dropped his collection without a thought, his paws spinning as he blindly searched for the location of the voice, when he howled again. Nerves caught in his throat, he broke out in a quick bound, slowed only by the marshy ground as he searched through the territory. And then...he saw him, paws over his ears and in pain. Blue eyes were so wide as he stared at him, unable to believe that he was able to see him so soon. But he couldn't pause, couldn't enjoy the hot tingles that spread through his lungs and cheeks. No, something was wrong.

"Cathaoir!"  He yelped, wincing as the birds seemed to grow louder. This place was awful! He would shake his head before quickly leaping towards him, eating the distance with impressive speed. Something was wrong, his friend was in trouble. Dropping to his belly before Cath's head, he would reach with delicate paws for his friend's over his ears. "C-cath! What's wrong, t-tell me, c-can I help?" He asked in a rush, staring down at him with wide fearful and concerned eyes. He'd swallow slightly, hoping it anything serious. Was it the noise? It was pretty loud in here....did he had sensitive ears? "L-let me h-help you.." He said as he dropped his muzzle near his friend's ears so he could hear his voice. He wanted to soothe him, to help him, but he couldn't if he wasn't completely sure what was wrong.

"Burn Baby Burn" || "Bruciare Bambino Bruciare"