Whitefish River Some days are filled with wonder and adventure

@Howl – all other tags are for reference

He had snuck away, his mate distracted by all the work that needed to be done to their den. He knew the pack had a communal den just down the path, but Emrik also knew that they were going to need a more private setting if they were going to try for those kids Ira had given them permission for. And he figured that once they were old enough to sleep in the communal den, this could be Speedy’s dedicated medic hovel. She could see patients and keep her herbs dry. All in all, this was a great find.

In a cheerful mood, Emrik slipped away from the entrance of the den where he had been sequestered for the last few days due to his healing injuries. Which he hardly felt anymore, and rarely caused any issues. They just looked worse than they actually were. His cheek was still missing fur where his gash was healing, the skin still bright pink. And his leg was still scabbed, but it was growing itchier by the day, so it was healing well. At least that’s what @Speedy told him.

With the sun beaming overhead, the man ventured down the path away and headed down to the river. Might as well parch his thirst with his newly found freedom.