Whitebark Stream vulnerability: an essay

@Grezig, assuming someone helped him

something, someone— his eyes slowly opened, still joined at the edges by dried mucus deposits. there was enough light seeping into the den's entrance for alsek to make out several vague figures, none of which were bright enough to catch his interest.

alsek rose onto shaky paws and took two steps, but fumbled pitifully to the side. his body was still weak, still malnourished; the healing process was coming to a close, making his mother's milk easier to ingest. he crawled to grezig's side and took one tender teat into his mouth.