Baird looked up as an exclamation came from above him. He sighed in relief to know he had at least been found, someone would know he was here at least. As silly as it was, he was thankful for it. If for some reason his poor judgement took a turn for the worst someone would be able to tell his family about it. He wasn’t entirely sure they would be stunned or surprised. It would not have been the first time he had found himself, or led others, into sticky situations.

Moonfeather came into the clearing and Baird had to struggle to focus his gaze on her, at the second twin, nope. Just the one of her. She looked him over and he stood patiently while she did so. Being the child of Niviaq had trained him incredibly well to only quietly protest to a healer’s words and worry. If his sister was not going to give him an earful for arguing with her healing wisdom, his mother would have. She was significantly more challenging to justify shoving off a rock. Patiently he sad, a bit dazed and entirely unaware that he was, he grinned at her when she spoke again. Take your time! I won’t go anywhere. He insisted with a smile, body starting to shiver uncontrollably, but unnoticed by him. She returned and he was relieved there was only one her her, to begin with, this time. He could also see the expression on her face as his wide eyes were able to focus on the details of her own turquoise ones.

I believe so. He answered simply, in no condition to really think of something eloquent and clever. Cringing, but trying to brush it off as wind on his fur, he got to his paws and rested against her. At first he gently tested the weight, not wanting to burden her too much with his weight. Injured or no, he could maintain some semblance of chivalry and pride. I think I can make it, yes. Could I carry your stomach… I mean your kit for you? It is the least I could do for you helping me. Moonfeather was literally shouldering him to safety. The concentration of having to be the balance to an entirely separate being took concentration enough. He could at least clamp his fang down and carry around an elk stomach.

Mention of his sister’s name had him jerking his head back a little, sending him into a self-contained spiral of momentary dizziness. Once he was able to refocus yet again he smirked a little impishly before looking horrified. Yes, yes I am! ...please don’t tell her this happened. She would never, ever let me live it down. The number of adventures they had together was proof enough of that. The siblings were playful and close, affectionate in every way. That did not stop either of them from pointing out each other’s lapses in judgement. The mind of Pan still have to have some sway over his children. Please? Baird added with a large smile and a glint in his firey eyes that had little to do with the blow to the head. Even injured, his voice could hum calmly in a low tone, vibrating warmly from his chest.