Swiftcurrent Creek August slipped away into a moment in time.

Eshe's efforts were in vain, and Akavir slipped further away. She could feel the change in his breathing as he rested. When Arlette returned, she retrieved the herbs and offered to get water from the creek. She nodded, not wanting to leave her husband's side.

Please, do, she instructed, her voice quiet as she mindlessly began to groom the top of the leader's head. Thank you, Arlette. You're a big help.