Swiftcurrent Creek I tried to help you once

Arric coughed again and followed behind the big black bastard that he called friend. Why was this idiot his best friend. Gods he didn't know, but he was and he was alright with it.

The surprise question caught him off guard. He blinked unsure how to answer it at first. He mulled over it. A year ago. What had they even been doing a year ago? Just surviving right? They had barely any numbers and so many wolves came and went.

I saw hope I suppose. Wishes for the future of the creek. And all things considered despite some of the major tragedies, we haven't been doing terrible.