Weight off my broken back

Meadow's hut was a humble abode, but the architecture behind it was both surprising and impressive. In his time their he had noticed the beams holding it together, and thinking about carrying them made him wince. Maybe the small healer was stronger than she let on.

In his time there he had come to acknowledge a tug in his heart. It remained even when in his first day there, where he dipped in and out of consciousness and struggled to recall anything. He felt guilty, horribly guilty. He had misjudged the her and the pack based on naive fear. If they wanted to kill him he knew that he would've been dead by now, and he knew that the lot of them had gone out of their way to rescue him. Hell, even the irritating brown one had a paw in his recovery.

So the boy sat, waiting for the healer to return, waiting for his chance to make things right.