Swiftcurrent Creek you and i walk a fragile line

Snow.

He winced lightly at that, eyes drifting up to the ceiling of their den. Winter was here. “Arric is going to shit himself if the caches and borders aren’t tended properly,” he mused quietly, feeling a drift from the Beta.

Arric hadn’t even come to see him since he’d been sick.

The graze of her against him drew his eyes toward her once more, and he pressed a small, albeit forced smile to his lips. “Like I’m on the mend,” he answered honestly.

“How are you feeling?”