Swiftcurrent Creek castles crumbling

He chuckled and nodded. True enough. Though he was starting to feel like the biggest one lately with Wren and his mopey attitude with Akavir. It was shitty and he hated it.

Without another word he grasped the ivy and motioned for her to be ready to wrap it. He tossed it in the rabbit fur and then waited, holding the leaves and such away, trying not to get oil on him. So far the balm she had made was working, but he would definitely be taking a bath way far down river later too.