Whitebark Stream Finally Free

An ear flicked in the direction of the hurt dame, and he was pleased to assume she had put the medicine in her wounds. It wouldn't do complete job of healing without scar tissue, and his medical expertise didn't know of a concoction that did, but it would get the infection out of her system before it could enter her bloodstream, and kill her. 
He was so thirsty. 
He might even drink this river dry.

Without looking up, the silent shadow continued to drink, only pausing for air, and

"Don't mention it, but don't forget it, either."

The midnight hessian locked his winter irises on her duo color gems, the brief contact giving meanings ranging from a single threat to a single shard of 'you're welcome'.
Back to draining the lake.

"Can you walk?"