Swiftcurrent Creek whispers in the frost

fenrith glanced up from the carcass as arlette spoke, his ears flicking forward at her interest. he gave a light shrug, boyish and easygoing. i mean, sure, he said cheerfully, his tail giving a small wag behind him. i’ll do whatever y’all need me to! healing, scouting, chasing off squirrels—whatever keeps me fed and out of trouble.

he’d never been one to turn down a good meal, and not being able to smell it? honestly, that was a blessing in disguise when it came to frozen leftovers. this might as well have been fresh kill on a gold platter as far as he was concerned.

fenrith dug in, tearing into the meat with vigor, though he paused long enough to glance back at arlette with a faintly sheepish look. thanks for this, by the way. you didn’t have to, but… well, i appreciate it.