Arrow Lake weightless like a wayless beast

The sound of his sister’s voice pulled his attention, swiveling his ears until they were aimed for her. It did not take long for the fiery young girl to make her way to his side. River was not the only one who did not understand the illness that had washed over the dark boy. Even Trench had not fully comprehended the violent downward spiral that he had taken. Still weak, still fighting, the young inkling had found a way to push through. Despite this, he did not understand why he was not as strong as his siblings. He did not understand why he had not been able to tousle with them in the sunshine.
 
River’s large puppy paw pressed into his side. Trench peered up at his sister with a soft expression. The jade of his vision seemed to dance happily just before his muzzle lifted upward into an easy smile. Shakily, the dark child rose to his paws and regarded the golden coat of his sibling with a few sniffs. “Wanna play, River?” the inkling inquired.