Silver Moraine Sitting here in the afternoon,

yikaas kept his eyes upon the sea. red leaf was there. ghelan was there. and with each day, hour, minute of time spent away from them, he lost more of himself. he tried to imagine his wife as she had been, but each image of her was spiked by the contemplation of one man or another, sharing her laugh. maybe she was in an ugly seal hunter lodge even now.

a muscle leapt in his jaw. the sun clan wolf turned back to the man curled on the ground, scowling as he inspected the herbal binding. it held. "get up." the stranger would vomit. he would shake. but he would be upright.

yikaas moved to help him roughly.