(Ooo, is he a jungle fowl?)
The water rushed over Silvermist's feet, refreshing, cool, and lively. It swirled between her toes and sped on downstream, whisking away the dirt and grime that had been with her since the start of her illness. Her vibrant yellow eyes scanned the horizon as she marveled at how much she had missed the outdoors since her confinement in the medicine den. Deep within her bones there was a constant, mild ache, and Silvermist waded back to shore and nestled into the cool earth. But she was a warrior now, and she had to train herself to be strong again. It would do her clan no good lying under the trees and listening to the sparrows make their nests. A smile curved her features as she allowed herself a low sigh of contentment.
Wearily, she rose to her feet and began foraging for the camp's food pile.