Swiftcurrent Creek My Weakness Is

Arric moved from the small cove hed been staying. Blue eyes clear and wide. There wasn't a glassy tint to them anymore. His body didn't hurt. He shook out the broad shoulders and sighed.

He had lost more weight than he had wanted, but he'd always been a bit lean. He shook out the fur and alowly began to pull the bedding and freshen it up. The stale smell of sickness made his stomach churn.