Swiftcurrent Creek That the past is real

He was heading to Arric’s den, and while he moved with a pace and grace that reflected certainty and confidence, every so often his pale eyes would drift to the foliage of the creek and it’s smallest nooks, almost expecting @Eshe to come out and shoo him away from her patient.

He was pleasantly surprised when he found Arric out—his eyes studying the man with quiet contemplation. “How are you feeling?” He hadn’t seen his comrade in awhile—too long. So much had gone down…

… And he felt his head give a small shake with a sharp exhale. Autumn was almost here.

The two had been one another’s rock for almost a year now.