Karl placed the powder in his beast space and mentally formed a bowl to pour boar blood into. Hawk was already prepared, and happily drained the beast, then slowly swirled the concoction with his claws until he had the desired consistency and an even distribution.
A quick lick of the claws to clean them brought a happy trill, then he began to dip the boar meat in the bowl like he had seen Karl do with chicken at dinner.
Karl ignored the bird's antics and sat on his bed to meditate the afternoon away, continuing right through until morning as Hawk adjusted to the change in food and the feedback strengthened Karl's body and mind.
[It looks like we might not have to slow down, buddy.] Karl informed Hawk when his alarm went off for breakfast.
[I told you, we will be stronger than that Sergeant in no time.] Hawk agreed.
