At least Brandywine was right, he thought as he staggered towards a pale blue river. It smelled so crisp and clean he would have expected it to rush down from ice crested mountain tops. Instead it trickled past him, licking the rocks that flickered highlights of the finest water he’d had yet to lay his lips upon. The night’s sky danced across the surface, calling him to drink… to bathe… to be healed.
It sounded nuts to think he’d ever want to be submerged in anything wet again after the caverns, but there he was, lurching forward toward the cold water.
Kris hissed at himself, his alpha barely tolerated the cold nipping at the bottom of his pads.
… I shouldn’t be here…
Even Kris’ voice in his head seemed loud here.
The woods…
The peace…
It all felt untouched. Perfect. As if he h
