Swiftcurrent Creek precious and fragile things

for any creek members :D

Dovev hadn't strayed far from the creek since they had returned from that ridiculous two-pronged attack his packmate and he had on the outskirts of the territory. The pack healer, Esperanza, had been quick on the scene to plaster some gooey stuff onto the red welts present on his leg. After their meeting with Scimitar had dispersed, Dovev limped down the grassy bank to the shade of some thin aspens. For several days he had hardly moved, laying on his unwounded side and keeping rather quiet, stirring only to get some water.

Finally, the male had witnessed some frost and light snow. There was an eternal gray shade hanging over the earth, and at night flakes would drift down and frozen ivory spears of grass would be wilted in the morning. It still wasn't a permanent snow, and Dovev was anxiously awaiting the first snowstorm. Still, the cold was keeping bugs and flies away from his pungent bear claw marks on his leg. Laying sideways, he lifted his head to twist his eyes over his shoulder and check on the tears. They looked a lot better, but no doubt his skin would be scarred.