Swiftcurrent Creek And Echoed in the Wells Of Silence

There was no point in arguing with mopey Arric about the current women in their lives—they would simply have to agree to disagree. And instead, more pointed, he waited for Arric to go through the motions a bit—a rant about life… and finally admitting he missed his dad.

When he was done, he allowed a moments pause, trying to figure out how to console his bestie when really, he just didn’t know if he could. “Listen… I can’t commiserate about lost parents because mine are still around… I think.” He really should send a messenger back to their pack and see… “But I know death sucks. And the pain of it never goes away. But let’s do something today—what do you wanna do?”