Raven's Watch our filthy hands can wash one another's.

Frost was quietly pleased with himself as he stood at the water's edge and looked down at his reflection. His limbs trembled a bit, and he had definitely looked better in his life, but he'd come a long way from the heap Antha and Stjor had rescued from the pines. He knew his recovery was entirely a reflection of their efforts. He could've given up a long time ago.

The boy let those thoughts fade before they took too much control over him. The stream was covered in a layer of ice that he had broken with a now rather cold paw. He bent to swallow a few mouthfuls of the frigid water and shut his eyes to enjoy it. Once his thirst was quenched, he sat back and went to work licking his wet paw, trying to warm it back up before he returned to the den to rest more.