Wapun Meadow amaritudo

germanicus shook his head.

it would be two days with his injury. more if he did not eat.

he exhaled and sought the strings of his patience. "i will eat."

fennec's work was expert but in the days to come his blood would melt the work and he would be subject to infection once more. germanicus hunted beneath the snow of the melting pasture for ice crystals to pack against the dressing, to cool the fire of the torn flesh.

he motioned to the bearclaw valley. "there is one exit to that place. rabbits walk the entrance."