Swiftcurrent Creek Narrow streets of Cobblestone

The wounds upon his shoulders were healing very well now. They still scabbed and smarted when pulled, but at least they were not festering and awful. Downy black head tilted to the side and large body moved with grace through the territory.  Constant Vigilance.

The girl hadn't left yet, she still lay upon on their land, broken and sad. At least she ate now, and she would drink if they walked her to the river, so that was a good thing. But Arric knew, the longer she stayed. The more chance her people would come looking and when they did. Oh man.

Someone would probably die. He shifted.