The ginger bodied bird peers around his sightless bonded, no doubt providing his own vision where the former lacks, something the old stallion is accustomed to doing with his own companion, one having slightly better distance vision and the other sporting a unique method of mapping the world through scent and thermal signatures, together creating a fuller illustration of the world around them than either could assemble alone. This, at least, he can understand: the symbiosis between equid and companion. What he can’t wrap his mind around is that the raptor seems to understand his question and intentionally grips the gnarled scar tissue of his bonded’s withers even tighter, his hooked claws sinking into flesh and out of view. The bay hardly reacts but for smirking. Only the black flinches, his skin twitching uncomfortably across his back and shoulders to chase away a phantom pain. Thank fuck his companion is limbless.

"Surely a crafter could make some sort of perch or leather guard…” But even as he voices the suggestion he knows it’ll go disregarded. If the two have been together long enough to build up nerve deadened callouses they’re already past any need for such a thing anyway, though he still wonders about the possibility of infection with repeatedly punctured skin, but watching the way the pair seems to scoff at his concern, he imagines such a worry is nothing to them. Ah well - he thinks dismissively - enjoy your gangrene then.

"Albrecht.” He introduces, nodding his head to include the python at his brow. "And Strom. Is this-“ A flash of movement to his right cuts him off, something large and dark stumbling over the crest of the path at that moment and nearly bumbling into him. Ears pinning, he takes two quick sidesteps and shakes his neck unhappily, a gesture that might come out as a warning if he weren’t so thin and unintimidating. His mouth opens to complain, but again the stranger is quick to interrupt him, bursting into what he can only gather is an emotional reunion of some sort. He steps back to let the two reconcile, only raising a brow when addressed again.

Is it really that hard to find a blind guy? He wonders. And how can he find this ridiculous pear-headed noodle intimidating in any way? The little shit hugs things to death, but then again, who expects to die by cuddles? 'Ay.' The python agrees. 'Sneky.' Which draws a quiet chuckle from the elder, unsure whether sneaky or snakey was the intended adjective.


"Talk."
OOC // @Roux @Sacre Hi, my name is Townsen and I make fashionably late look pretty damn punctual. Please forgive!

No sir! By the way,
What the hell are morals?