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Featherhoof keeps his eye on Jorlitharr's hand, occasionally flicking his eye up to Jorlitharr's face. He is more still now; it's almost like he likes having your hand on his shoulder. Suddenly a shudder runs through his body, rustling his feathers.
He looks at Jorlitharr with a piercing gaze. Then he shakes his head and quickly nuzzles Jorlitharr's pack, sniffing for more jerky.
Featherhoof makes a soft, piercing cry when he hears Jorlitharr say "Sighanna." He watches the dwarf closely with his beady brown eye. Up close he looks tired, hungry, disheveled but alert. He sniffs the fish jerky hungrily and munches it slowly. The hippogriff caws in pain as Jorlitharr wraps his damaged leg. He nips at Jorlitharr's wrists as a reflex, drawing a little blood, but goes back to the fish jerky and lets Jorlitharr finish. When Jorlitharr is done wrapping his leg Featherhoof tries to stand. He is able to bear weight on his bandanged leg, but the rope netting around his body keeps him from finding his balance. He struggles and caws again. Featherhoof picture: |
