Swiftcurrent Creek you and i walk a fragile line

It still hurt to swallow—his muscles felt the tug of exhaustion, as if they were made of water.

Still, he made to pull her against him, seeking to kiss her crown and seeking quiet comfort in the familiar scent of lavender.

“And is everyone else fine?” Arlette, Cygnet… Ensio and Sovereign. He had heard there were tow new faces—soon, he would need to seek them out to introduce himself. Maybe when he was a bit better—given Cygnet had noticed his current weak state and had tested his dominance already for it.

Maybe it wouldn’t be the worst thing—if someone beat him for dominance over the creek.