It's never the same

He didn’t have to wait long before his little Songbird was at the door with him. Limping along, but up quick. She was doing well with obedience. “Wylan said you need to stretch that leg, Doctor's orders.” He explained, heading out the den door and down the cliff.

He did keep his pace a slow one, keeping in mind that her injuries weren't going to make the descent an easy one. But eventually they made it to the bottom, and he led them into an open space at the bottom of the Col. He’d considered taking her to the training cave, but once they’d climbed the mountain into that one, her energy would probably be spent. Instead, he turned to her. “What do you know about defences?” He asked her.


"Speech"