Hold Back The River

The Warlord had thought they were through the worst of it. The flood had happened, and while it had devastated the pack, they had survived it. Clean up was going to be a long and slow process, but a shipment of goods was set to arrive soon from Ethne. The Armada would be okay. So when he heard that Andy’s cough had developed into something much worse, he rushed to her side. His three companions continued to assist the pack in recovery, but the Warlord remained with Andy.

While most of the pack was housed in the training cavern, the Warlords home was also untouched by the flood water. He kept Andy here, safe and dry and warm. He paced the floor while she slept, and was at her side in an instant when she woke. “I’m here sweety, I’m, right here” He promised her, as he rushed to her side. He kissed her cheek, and grabbed the water beside her bed. “Here, drink, slowly” He ordered her. The healer had left him instructions, and he intended to follow them. As she -hopefully- drank, he dipped a fresh cloth in the bucket of water put aside for this purpose, and replaced the one on her brow.

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