Swiftcurrent Creek regret

He had scoured out a shaded area, the exhaustion from the previous week seeping in to him as if age had suddenly gripped him with vengeance. Finally, with the help of the newcomer, Paar, his wound had begun to heal. That, and the agouti male was now following her strict orders to heart -- he needed to get better before more crap occurred.

He was seemingly dead to the world -- his chest rose and fell in quiet breaths as sleep overtook him, and yet he was lulled from this dream world when a familiar scent overtook him.. And then a familiar touch. She pressed against him, sliding against him and placing a delicate paw over her eyes. Blinking, the male stirred, sweeping his muzzle in her direction, though unable to see her eyes. Uncertain to why she now sought him out, it did not become clear with her statement. Seemingly simple, it was anything but, and shifting his weight, the Frostfur touched his nose to the crown of her head. "Do what?" She could have meant so many things.. She couldn't deal with the Sunspire anymore. She couldn't deal with Jace and his idiotic self.. She couldn't deal with the questions the pack likely had.

It became very apparent in that moment that she had been forced to grow up perhaps a little too soon.