Swiftcurrent Creek copper

hearing the woman of scars amend her sentences to be shorter flicked the coywolf's ears with interest. a cat had given arlette her wounds, and at this muskrat sagely nodded. "strong woman. now you have cat's strength, hm?"

the splint would hold. muskrat cast a watchful glance over arlette before she held out her leg to look at the splint. she was unused to its weight or structure, but gamely strode back and forth along the bank with a lopsided gait until the plantwolf seemed satisfied.

she would have to move, muskrat already knew, but did not argue. rest and the avoidance of conflict was easier achieved. "no pain medi..ic ... nothing for pain. fill head with fog like morning in swamp forest." agony should be borne until your body put you to sleep. the stare of lemon-quartz had softened. "thank you, arlette."