Swiftcurrent Creek Fight it, take the pain, ignite it

He was soon joined by their healer, and Kavik dipped his head in greeting to the man. He slowed to let him catch up but continued his patrol, unwilling to stop moving and give his mind more time to torment him. A frown drew his brows together at the Shaman's question. Not well, Sherigrim, he answered truthfully. Now was hardly the time for spurious remarks meant to instill some kind of false security. Things were precarious, and he would be doing his packmate a serious disservice if he tried to hide it. Although, he figured it was fairly obvious regardless. I'm worried about the winter and whether we'll survive it, he added grimly. It was easier to admit such things to the other man than it had been to confide in Alessia or Rosalie; with them, he felt like he needed to be the strong one, but for some reason, with the healer, the Alpha felt like he could be bluntly honest.