Arrow Lake A Wolf To Water

His injured shoulder was hurting more than he wanted to admit to the rest of the pack. He'd seen their healer, but he hadn't been keeping up with her advice very well, and the wound was on a part of him that he couldn't easily reach in order to clean it. It'd begun to fester, in fact, and although the smell was not yet unpleasant and was still very faint, he thought he could feel the beginnings of infection in his ruined flesh.

So, for some reason, he'd travelled far from Easthollow's borders. The pain had kept him from getting much rest, and so the male had taken to wandering instead. Today, he wandered further than he had in some time, and had to stop and stare as a familiar wolf came into sight. It took him a second to place her, but when the memory finally registered, the male had to chuckle.

"If you fall this time, I'm afraid there's nothin' I can do," he called out, limping closer to the base of the cliff and gazing up at Pema with a wagging tail and bright, merry eyes.