The black and tan male laid curled tightly in the middle of his den, his weight shifted off of his wounded shoulder, the injury aching after he performed his morning patrol of the border. Though he still felt drained from the sickness that he had succumbed to recently, the man still had the drive to perform his duties. He had heard from Enzi that there were several deaths in Valhalla and only just now was he beginning to process it after his mind began to clear from the sickness. He was needed now more than ever and he was mentally kicking himself for getting injured. His oceanic eye opened when he heard paw steps nearing his den and his ears flicked forward when he heard Aurielle's voice, rougher than he had ever heard it before. Drachen slowly got to his paws, his tan lips pulling back in a grimace against the pain of his still healing wound on his shoulder to his paw on his right leg. Then with a soft breath, he make his way out of his den, trying to conceal his limp.
He stopped in front of the Spirit, trying to mask his concern when he say how much weight she had lost during her sickness but he knew he had lost weight as well from how his pelt felt against his bones. The male dipped his head in respect before lifting his eyes to her's. "Spirit, what can I do for you?" he asked her, his hushed quiet voice, softer than normal. He was tired but he was determined to help his pack despite his fatigue.
Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think
Drachen has a female Red-Tailed Hawk companion named Enzi that is always with him unless otherwise stated
