Telanora chuckled and shook his head. "I am resting, while I'm on the ground," he said. "It's not my whole body that needs rest, just my wings," he said. "Besides, I'm starting to get restless as it is. Give me a few minutes in the forest and I'll have all the supplies I need to make you some arrows." With that, he walked into the forest, waving behind him to her as he did. After he was sure he was out of sight, he took a deep breath and let it out.<br/><br/>"Mother earth I ask that you allow me the tools I need to make a form of defense and survival," he said, using the language of his ancestors. Soon, he felt a slight tug in response and nodded to himself. He walked over to a tree and looked up at it with awe and respect. "Great tree, I would ask that you give me a few strong, thin branches. Long as my arm." A couple of silent seconds pass before the sounds of branches hitting the ground around him ring out. He smiled and patted the tree before walking over and picking them up. Then, he walked to the river and picked up a few small stones he could sharpen into arrowheads.<br/><br/>After that, he found an old hawk, already almost dead as it stood there. He stared at it for a couple of minutes before he walked over to it. "Brother of the sky, I respect your right to them. You have earned it." The hawk nodded then closed it's eyes, falling from the branch it was perched on into Telanora's hands. "Your noble sacrifice will be used for the good of our survival."<br/><br/>With all these in hand, he walked back to the camp and lay them down, along with some thin vines he'd grabbed on the way back. "Right, now that I have everything I need, I'll make you a few more arrows. Oh and the hawk is to be buried, once we have all the feathers we need from him. He lived a long life and has earned his eternal rest."