Swiftcurrent Creek witchlore

much.
it said all that needed to be said, and for a long minute, lestan only faced his cousin with dire naked vulnerability standing in his eyes, the fear. the horror.
he blinked it away, banished it for now with a sad smile. "at l-least th-this time, i c-can help with m-more."
the creek and its memories did not need to haunt him any longer. here was a new start, a beginning that lestan could refresh for himself.
reaching out, he nudged akavir's shoulder gently with his muzzle, taking as much solace in the contact as he hoped was given.