Ow and Ow!

Álarr eyed the thorns warily as he tried to decide what his best approach would be. He had an idea to create some leather bracers wrapped with thorns as a potentially lighter alternative to his current armor but he wasn't quite sure how best to get at the thorns. Brynhildr landed on his shoulders, wings spread as she balanced herself. "Yea, Bryn. I think you'll have to gather these. I don't know how to do this without getting hurt." It was already tricky enough getting into the briar enough to get the raspberry bramble stalks he wanted. The thorns snagged easily in his thick coat.

He watched patiently as the raven hopped forward, balancing on his head, just between his horns as her delicate head lanced forward, beak snipping at the bramble till it was severed from the plant. She then hopped down and grabbed it before hopping back over to Álarr's little work station while he trailed behind.