Yash & Kukua
The two were a very unlikely pair. A hardened soldier and a male-hating Placid? They weren't the type that anyone would have suspected might become friends. Yet there was an easily seen sense of companionship between the two as they hacked their way through the forest together. Every now and then the Placid would have trouble getting her smaller form over a fallen log or large rock, and the male would pause to remove the obstacle or offer a wing for her to steady herself.
"Yash," the female finally spoke up after having walked for what seemed like ages. "Do you even know where we are?"
The male didn't say anything at first. Finally, "I'm sorry, Kukua. I've been trying to find out how to get back on track for a while now. I didn't want to worry you while I thought there was still some hope of figuring out where we were. I suppose we might as well stop. All I'm doing is getting us more lost." Grumbling to himself, Yash stopped walking and sat down. "How is your wing doing?"
Kukua unfolded her left wing slightly, revealing an angry-looking gash that was steadily dripping blood. "It's still bleeding," she answered. Her voice was a bit worried. "It hasn't stopped this entire time. I'm afraid I may be losing a bit too much blood."
Their journey certainly wasn't going as planned.