Firefly Ravine Bittersweet Berries and Stinging Nettles

”Yeah, rest,” he said, giving Phobos a yellowed grin. 

He licked the wolf across the muzzle once more, then stood, shaking his coat out and stretching his (extremely sore from the earlier fight) legs out behind him. He winced, his breath momentarily catching in his chest, before he pulled himself back together. 

”Walk ain’t too far from here. Guessin’ we’ll get there before sun’s gone.”