Moonspear Fram, ber med bare føt, den tunge børi.

Towhee dropped her gaze in time to catch the latter half of Alaric’s diagnosis and proposed treatment. She nodded her head at the suggestion to find someplace dry—that sounded good, regardless of getting struck by lightning—and stood slowly but surely. Her back hurt but she didn’t need anyone’s help.

Meerkat suggested they use the healing den overlooking the glen. Towhee nodded again, then made a shooing motion when her daughter mentioned heading back to her family’s ulaq.

Go. Orca needs you more than I do. I’ll be okay, Towhee reassured, making one last dismissive gesture before turning to Alaric. I’m fine to walk on my own, let’s just take it slow if you don’t mind.