Larksong Grotto We are thankful for our iron lung

Hello ^.^

Zaavier's injured shoulder was bothering him once again. He wished he was able to find any herb at all that would soothe the ominous burning in his flesh, but there was nothing around. The only relief he could find was when he took a dip in the lake. So he changed his direction, heading down the slope and to the lake. 

It took him a while, due to the limp his wound caused him, but he eventually made it there, gaze hard with determination. He was going to get down there. Then, a scent drifted past his nose and his crooked frown slowly turned up to a smile. It was Reek, his alpha -- though he considered the black male as more of a friend, even if Reek thought differently. His tail swished as he approached the back, his eyes landing upon the leader as he waded into the lake. "Fine day for a swim, eh?" He said, his tone edgy with frustration from his shoulder. He soon waded in himself so he could close the gap between the two, and soothe the pain. He let out a long sigh of relief as the water soaked into the inflamed skin. He reached out a touched his nose to Reek's shoulder, glancing out to the other side of the lake for a quick moment.