Arrow Lake Start all over

coming indiscreetly through the nearby underbrush, chest heaving and appearing fairly ruffled, the general emerged with kazimir's lost gopher dangling limply from his jaws. he had overextended himself quite a bit to retrieve this particular catch for his ailing packmate, but even if he would ache tremendously for it later, he thought the effort had been worth it in that moment. if only to see the russian's spirits not linger so lowly.

dropping the rodent promptly at what remained of her feet, stigmata smirked over his lolling tongue. "you are getting much better, kazimir. you will be able to catch your own soon," he said with great confidence, even if he wasn't medically sure of this possibility himself. he had seen many grievous wounds, but had only even known one wolf in his life to have survived the loss of a limb. he wondered if kazimir would have the same fortitude; or if she needed a lifestyle separate from the rigors of diaspora.