Wapun Meadow Bigscale

The defensiveness of his features gave way to something defeated, something hurt. 

Bjarna said that she could heal. She looked at him expectantly. The girl’s eyes were softer than before. Swordfish understood that she had only been protecting her home, before. Their gap in language could only add to the difficulty of the scenario. 

Could Bjarna heal what had been severed inside? He did not think so. 

The redtailed boy shifted to show his ribs. Torn open by the bear and tested by the fear that had chased him from home. Sadness swam in his heavy-lidded stare.