Arrow Lake weightless like a wayless beast

The golden child turned to him with a happy expression. Her wet nose danced along the fine hairs of his nape before she bounded away from him limberly. Trench followed her with his muzzle, a flash of envy in the silver-flecked jade of his eyes. Try as he might, the dark young child was not nearly as strong as River was. Even Argent had developed better – stronger – than the thin-framed shadow. It was easy to see how much the sickness had caused detriment to his wellbeing. Young, but his features were slim and seemed to be held up by narrow bones. He would be a handsome thing when he was older, but Trench would never fill into the physique that his father carried.
 
With a happy yip, Trench tumbled after River and aimed sloppily for her right ear. His jade gaze seemed to sparkle with a genuine joy. It was good for him to learn how to spend time with his siblings. It was important that he learn just how capable he was at an early age.