Wapun Meadow amaritudo

Rabbits, alright… easy enough. 

Swordfish looked into the valley and nodded. He shouldn’t take long. Even with his wounds, he would be able to take a couple of sure footed rabbits. 

Germanicus looked rough. The boy thought back to slumping in the snow, bleeding beside his brother, thinking of his home and his mom. His eyes were distant as he watched the Mereo man. The bear’s face was in his mind - a beast that he had not been able to dispatch with his bravery or his fangs. 

If ya lay down in the snow… it helps. 

It would cool the burning of the wounds until he could press on. Swordfish flicked his tail and set off into the valley to hunt.