Swiftcurrent Creek I got my fists on the kitchen table

“I’m sure Arric is just as tired,” he mused with a small smile. After all—the giant of a man had been the one to help him hold the land as their own and sustain just as many injuries. “We’ll heal and rest over time.”

“When you’re out and about scouting and herding—if you happen to find a healer, that would be pretty handy right about now. Keep managing to get ourselves in some serious scraps.”