Wapun Meadow Bigscale

The pale girl repeated herself. In this, her voice shared confidence. It was placed softly in her words. It did not overwhelm the message, only solidified. Then, her paws drew her nearer to the wayward boy. Bjarna motioned for him to take a place on the ground. Her snout reached out to inspect. 

Swordfish eyed her for a moment. He complied with a quiet grunt, sinking to his elbows before his belly pressed to the earth. He had experienced the touch of several healers since the bear had attacked. They had each cared for him in their own way. 

Broken, he muttered to the girl. Swordfish could not meet her eyes in saying this. It felt pathetic. He felt weak and wrong. The kindness she had shown on her face would surely break him, and he could not allow himself to be broken down further. What would remain?