Tornach waded through the flooded estuary, taking care not to jostle the limp form in his jaws. It seemed to be taking forever, but in reality the sun hardly moved overhead. He wasn't entirely certain why he was so concerned about the falcon, except that he couldn't leave something to suffer. And she was so brave and fierce, not making a fuss even when he misstepped and surely caused her infected wounds great pain. He admired the falcon. He didn't like that she was suffering. His ears perked up at the sight of a pale colored male wolf stripping bark from a willow. A healer? He couldn't imagine many other reasons for a wolf to gather bark. Setting the falcon gently on a hillock he called out to the other male politely. "Excuse me sir," he said. "Are you a healer, by chance? I've been hoping to find one."
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This character is equally proficient in both English and Irish Gaelic