An ordeal had been survived. A warm pelt and a packet of berries for his troubles, Abandons Fear picked his way carefully out of the Winter Market. Stiff legs carried him only a short distance- not too far, so his Eagle wouldn't lose track of him, not too close, in case somebody tripped over him. He tucked his legs under himself, to stop them shaking noticeably, and closed his eyes, taking a long, deep breath. The fur was heavy, comfortable. He could relax, maybe eat some of the dried berries. It was a thoughtful gift- although, perhaps, too kind for a stranger.
A flutter of wings overhead, and a slender bough bent under the weight of a dark eagle, who peered down at him quietly.
"Fat lot of help you were. Coward..." Abandon rumbled up at Dead Eyes, and turned his head aside. Another flurry of feathers, and the weight settled onto one of his horns, and he felt the eagle's beak tease and preen at his skullplate, tweaking his ear. "I'm not going to forgive you, and I've no meat. Seek your own meal. Brat."
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