The owl and the wolf would converse as Sorrel kept pressure on his wound. There was a dull ache there now, it had stopped stinging though he was sure that he was going to be sore for quite some time in the future. His question would be ignored for now, Ellingham had to fly off once more for the last ingredient. Frith was about ready to pass out though, just as he was afraid that Sorrel had forgotten his question (and had been quite rough with the wound but he'd kept himself quiet.) A call for his son would be issued as Sorrel finally gave him an answer, not quite yet. He just had to hold out a bit longer.
Frith would wait with his nephew as Alsen brought himself near, a bit of the goat that had gored him in his jaws. There was an odd sense of satisfaction he'd feel as the sight of the hairy piece of meat. Though he'd not been gotten with out blood payment Frith felt the injury was certainly worth the pain. "No worries I will live." He'd assure his son as he couldn't help but to take a mouthful of the meal offered.
