Swiftcurrent Creek Just need you to tell me we're alright, tell me we're okay

He'd promised Akavir a hunter. So he hunted; day and night, Panacea tracked small game through the woods, pausing only to fish for brief periods and gather energy to go on. He ate little, and slept less. Even so, his eyes were always bright and quick.

It was the cold drizzle of rain which finally forced him to give up the hunt for a time. Panacea sought shelter at the base of a large bush, tucking himself among the branches with a shuddering sigh of relief to be away from the cold touch of water. He shivered lightly, wishing not for the first time that he'd been blessed with a thicker coat.