Swiftcurrent Creek you and i walk a fragile line

He was awake and feeling well enough to push himself to a reclined seat. Although this was a sign of progress, Eshe still held her breath as he moved, hoping that there'd be no issues as he moved. She exhaled and smiled when he spoke, happy to hear his voice.

Hey, you, she said in return.

To hiss question, she answered: It's cold—it snowed some more overnight. Parts of the creeks are starting to freeze, but thankfully, the area near our den is fine. She leaned to him and nosed his cheek. I've got you breakfast, water, and medicine—how're you feeling?