Whitefish River hope i'm not doing too much

the accumulated anxiety began to die down as she heard evergreen speak. there was something wrong with him, but it was something that bhediya couldn't fix. this wasn't an issue of the mind but an obvious affliction of the body.

are you okay? she asked, taking a half-step forward. there was still a distant amount of space between them that she longed to close, but bhe knew better than to approach a sickly wolf (and leader, at that!)