Okay. Nate nodded, relieved that Ko-Ga seemed able to help in a very real... very sentient way. And still quietly tucked that bit of newness away to fret about, later.

Birds were smart, sure. But... still birds.

The same way wolves are just wolves, right? He thought to himself wryly.

Tilting his muzzle toward Aivar, Nate kept his eyes on the corvids. I don't suppose you uh, have any salt around here?

Yeah, in a clay pot beside the fireplace back home, shall I grab you some stew while I'm at it?

But he figured you could still find minerals out in the wild, and surely a wolf could smell it, if they actually knew how to use their nose. He hoped enough to ask, at least.

Then to the raven in a calm voice, expecting Ko-Ga to translate, and feeling a little strange about how easy it was to assume that would happen, It's a clean cut. That's a good sign. Do you know what did it to you?