Phantom Hollow brocktree

Rolled to see if he would find water, and we got lucky!!

Vaska knew how to find water by digging beneath greens. He knew how to find water after the rush of an autumn rain. But in the dead of winter, when streams were frozen? Listening only got him stuck. And digging would get him enough to drink, but certainly not the kind to clean a wolf with.

Still, what choice did he have?

Vaska tipped his ears and listened.

Silence gave way to a distant babble.

His eyes widened - but it wasn’t even spring!

But who cares? The girl weighed on him like stone and cooled his back with the mud and the blood that still oozed from her opened wounds. He would need the river as much as she did at this point. She didn’t fight or argue when he moved towards the trees where the moss grew thicker. She simply slept. And he tried not to drop her.