Muddy River — The Shape of Dreams

Caedwyn watched anxiously, his eyes darting over Enya as she began to answer his questions. She didn't immediately say she was fine but instead apologized for somehow miscommunicating with Caedwyn. He simply shook his head in response. "No, it's fine," he said reassuringly, not wanting to interrupt her. His body relaxed a little when it seemed she wasn't going to suddenly shout "I'm dying!" or "get the medic!" at him, which he was grateful for. He straightened a bit, moving to a sitting position so he could listen while she explained more about her connection with Buck. His tail gave a small waggle when she reassured him that she was fine (finally) but it grew still once more as she continued. Somehow her familiar had defied her. Caedwyn had already connected the lines that Enya now spoke about. His eyes followed when she moved her paw to the injuries on her neck. She was connected with Buck. The bond itself was worrisome but even more given that Buck was a prey animal. Sure, he had horns and hooves, but many creatures might attempt to harm him. Looking to Enya, Caedwyn felt a twist in his stomach forming. If something terrible should befall Buck, Enya might suffer the same fate - given how they were connected. Caedwyn couldn't have that. He wouldn't. Enya was right. Buck was a prime target for predators. He sat quietly, mulling the situation over. He was angry that of all creatures, Enya was somehow bonded with something so vulnerable. But he knew he had no business commenting on that. He'd never had a familiar and he didn't know much on how such bonds worked. He wasn't mad at her about it. Hell, he wasn't even mad at Buck. He was just mad that she was in danger. "It's never a dull day with me, as you can tell." She chuckled and he let out a sigh with the breath he'd been holding. At lease somehow she could see the humor in the moment. He returned her comment with a meager smile, not wanting his worry to show too much. He leaned forward,, pushing his nose under her jaw and rubbing the top of his nose gently under hers. "We'll figure this out," he said before pulling away to be able to look into her face. "Do you feel up to going after him? I don't like the idea of him wandering around out there like this and you getting hurt; but we don't have a plan and no way to safely contain him right now. Hmmm..." Caedwyn let out a frustrated grumble as he thought, his brow furrowing and ears flicking backward in annoyance. This damned deer was such a nuisance. It would be easy to just kill the beast but that definitely wasn't an option. The damned thing was making everything difficult by not submitting to Enya's will. "I don't want to lose the opportunity to catch him, but if he already resisted you once, now may not be the time. Maybe we should see a shaman about this?" His ears flicked forward with curiosity and his eyes came alight with a little hope, and he watched Enya's face to see if she approved of the idea or not. "They  might know a way to restore your connection... and if not..." he paused, debating whether to allow his thoughts to escape his mouth. He wasn't sure how Enya would react to what he was really thinking. He took a breath and his tone grew more serious. "... and if not, we must find a way to break the bond." --- Speech.