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

The pale wolf who greeted him seemed unbothered by the rain. Reluctantly, and a bit embarrassed now, Panacea slipped from his hiding spot and stepped back politely to shake out his coat. Immediately his fiery fur began to fluff and frizz with the humidity.

No, uh, just cold, He answered softly. I'm Panacea. Akavir let me in not too long ago. Unceremonious, like everything in his life lately. Under the gentle sound of the rain, he thought he heard a child's cries. Another shiver ran through him.