Swiftcurrent Creek People Talking Without Speaking

Relief swept over him when the stranger gave a laugh—a promising sign that he was not about to be placed into the hands of another fight.

It helped that he was less aggressive and stubborn than when he had apparently been trespassing on another potential claim.

“It seems to come from a wetland that way,” he offered, swinging his muzzle toward the direction of the marsh. “And then feeds into a lake toward the mountain.” With that, Akavir waded further in, crouching down slowly and releasing a gentle hiss as the water washed away the old herbs and poultice, cleansing him.

“The current can get pretty strong, though… and deep in a lot of places.”