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The male lifted his head from the snow with a nod, and with his okay she led them away from the snowy outside to take shelter inside of their den, away from the cackling cries of the crows who continued to pester them from above. A final, irritated glance was cast over her shoulder before she disappeared inside, her green and blue gaze seeking out Klypso as he lay down within the safety of their shelter. His ear, the tattered thing, was still bleeding. Apparently the snow had not done enough.

Yin padded around to the side of him with his torn ear and took a seat while she continued to look down at him, noting how he curled tightly in place as if trying to shield himself from the pain that his ear inflicted. His pained words caused her ears to fold slightly, though whether in annoyance or pity she was not altogether sure. She was no healer, after all; what did he expect her to do?

"Not picking fights with birds would prevent that," she suggested quietly. After a while, she rolled her eyes and scooted closer, leaned her head down and tried to clean up the side of his head where the blood had dripped with a few licks, sticking clear of his ear to prevented unwanted pain.