Swiftcurrent Creek You say that you're leaving, well that comes as no surprise

As his eyes sought out the healer who had saved him, he felt the plummet in his chest at her simple words: she’s gone. The two had been inseparable—the meaning was clear, and with sharp intake of breath, he quieted any possible questions he had for her. There would be no point to pulling out details—she would tell him when it was time, he was certain.

Blinking, he cast a sideways glance to Arric, a small nod given. “This is Moss. She and her sister saved me.” That, too, was something he would leave for now, and so his champagne eyes slid back over her. “The creek would be lucky to have you,” he noted, his tail giving a sway through the air. “Our borders need protecting. A rogue group was here not long before… I don’t doubt they’ll be back to try to claim some of their pride we stomped out of them.” There might have been a hint of smugness in his tone—but mostly weary. He would rather he done with the suspicion that they would return.