The tribe was at its tensest moment, yet Walter knew nothing about it. For three days, he had endured the pain of plucking his own wing feathers, tying them to stones with vines and throwing them down. After throwing them, he would hurriedly return to Kaelen's side, afraid that while he was gone, some wild beast would come and harm him.
Walter had dragged Kaelen near the entrance of the valley for three days; aside from not having a fever, Kaelen remained in a constant state of delirium.
Kaelen didn't have a fever but didn't wake up either, unable to eat anything other than a little berry juice and spring water. Walter, being from the Avian tribe after all, was able to catch a few small birds, roast them, pound them into a fine paste on a rock, boil them in water, and feed them to Kaelen. Unfortunately, Kaelen couldn't swallow it. Walter had to feed him the broth and eat the solids himself.
