Swiftcurrent Creek And touched the sound of silence

Arric didn't know what else to say, he had to share the beginning to get to the end. He looked at his wet sopping fur and then down at the little girl and shook his head. You got some furs in your den right? You got herbs too? Maybe we can go there. I'll bleed all over the place, but I don't want to make her sick. She's so little.

He was sopping wet. he stepped from the water and walked a good bit aways from Reverie and the little girl to shake as much off of himself as he could. Each pull on the shoulder, drawing  a wince from his face, but he had worse and been through worse and he'd weather it. Because if she told him they couldn't go back, he'd have to hold the little girl, and he didn't want to be as wet as he had been.