Swiftcurrent Creek whispers in the frost

his tail gave a small, tentative wag as his grin grew a bit more genuine. i’ll try to keep that in mind next time he’s threatening to take a chunk out of me. a quiet snort slipped through, though it was clear there was no bitterness behind his words. fenrith hesitated briefly before trotting after her, his long legs moving easily through the snow despite its depth. the promise of food—real, actual food—was enough to override any lingering hesitation.

as she cleared the branches from the cache, revealing the frozen deer carcass, fenrith’s stomach gave another loud grumble. he flicked his ears back, a faint laugh bubbling up as he stepped forward. thanks, he murmured.

plants? oh—yeah, he said, straightening slightly as he spoke. i was trained to be a druid, back where i’m from. learned all about healing—fevers, wounds, infections. i wouldn't say i'm the best, though... i could be better.