Rannon wiped blood off his mouth, and he felt a small sting. He had forgotten when the Darkspawn had split his lip. He ran his tongue over it and flexed his shoulders, easing the tension out of them. The soldier cleared his throat, and called out for Gideon to head over to him. The dog limped only slightly, bleeding gingerly as he galloped over. 

Rannon knelt down and ran his hand over the wound lightly. "You alright?" he asked him softly. The Dog almost puffed his chest out as Rannon examined the cut. He shook his head. "You gotta be more careful, Giddy." His voice was barely a whisper. He'd have to clean the wound later when the battle was over. But Gideon could still fight, and Rannon knew they needed all the help they could get if the battle wasn't turning soon. 

He stood up and crossed his arms when he was satisfied, sighing. He gave a light smile at his best friend. Anyone watching would think he treated him more akin to a little brother than a dog. He was used to being the big brother, truth be told. A movement to the side caught his attention, and he saw the lithe form of Nicolette walking out of the melee. He smiled back at her as she approached. She seemed to be able to really take care of herself.