Swiftcurrent Creek Darkness

Arric had promised Arlette he would make more time. And gods help him he wanted too, but winter was upon them. And he was frantic to keep everyone fed. However, he also missed the little healer so after a depressing hunt with no more to show than a weasel he headed that way.

He didn't go past the den mouth, but he lay the weasel at his large paws and chuffed. Then he settled to his haunches and waited patiently. The overcast playing shadows on hos pelt. The red showing up a little more as the sun hit it.