It was a nice day, even with the chill in the air. Riven had taken to going on short walks as a way to gently exercise his limbs, still aching fiercely from the long journey he’d taken up here. If he’d had access to an herb store he could probably find something to take for the soreness and inflammation, but he didn’t know who to ask about that in the first place, and he didn’t want to impose on the kindness these wolves were showing him by letting him stay here in the first place.
He wasn’t sure where his feet were taking him, but he’d been following one of the smaller streams that cut through the landscape. There was a limp in his step today, vexing him, but he knew if he laid down it would just get more stiff. Light exercise would be more beneficial.
Eventually, he came down to a deeper area, the water slow-moving and just about perfect for what he needed. Riven stepped into the creek and sucked in a sharp breath when the cold water lapped at his belly, but the relief that he felt in his joints was immediate - both from the temperature and the fact that it took the weight off of them. He sighed deeply, letting his body relax.