Fox's Glade Bass

They pressed on slowly, reaching the glade when the first lights were climbing over the mountains. Swordfish was tired and worn but he had maintained a better pace than the wounded @Germanicus. The man had stopped talking. He seemed intent to trudge on in thoughtful silence. The redtail boy would not oppose or seek to push him. He had believed the wounds were the cause of his coldness. 

There’s a place here, Kvarsheim. They’re hunters’n such. Traders too, maybe. Close with the clan. It’s just over there, he tossed his snout toward the hollow in the distance. They had made better progress than expected. Swordfish wondered if they could reach the healers by nightfall.