Swiftcurrent Creek And touched the sound of silence

Reverie could not leave Blossom alone, but neither could she stand to be confined to her den all the time. It had occurred to her, of course, that she could ask someone to look after her daughter for a time. The problem was that it would require her to trust someone enough to leave them alone with Blossom. The only wolf who might have been afforded that privilege had run off into the wilds somewhere, apparently never to return.
So, when she needed a breather, she toted her daughter around in true purse chihuahua fashion. She did not expect to stumble across Arric, bleeding. Arric, standing in the water, covered in scars she'd never seen. Reverie let out a little gasp, but it was muffled by Blossom's fur in her mouth. For a moment all she could think was that she was glad Blossom's eyes hadn't opened yet. She sat down and set her daughter against her so that she would stay warm.
Arric, what happened? Reverie was surprised by how calm she felt. Surprised and concerned, but there was no trace of panic in her.