1/8/2025, 7:51 PM
Mink's fur brushed along the edges of Hira's flank, assuring her that he was there and she would be safely led so she didn't step on anyone or run into anything. It was like second nature to Mink. There wasn't that jittery feeling they once had, purposeless after being someone leaned upon so heavily to protect the Herd.
Sparrowhawk spoke of the mare he'd met, and how she must have gone through something tragic. Mink glanced up at Hira, knowing she had too, lost her son. He wondered if this other mare, the one that confused Sparrow for a foal, had lost a child too, and was trying to imprint on his cousin. At first, without context, the thought was funny, but now, it was more sad than anything. He stayed quiet at this, not knowing quite what to say, but leaning in closer to Hira's side, as if to say he was here for her through those turbulent emotions.
There was confusion in Sparrowhawk's voice when asked the question of 'what's a human?' Mink had heard of them in their travels, but the knowledge on how much of them he knew, was short.
They are.. two-legged creatures.. Right, Hira?He looks to her for confirmation, unsure if they have the correct kind.