Swiftcurrent Creek luminescent

She spent most of her days following her acceptance into Swiftcurrent mostly resting and gorging on what food she could find in the territory, hoping her new pack mates didn't see the unbecoming gluttonous display – she hadn't realised just how hungry and tired she had actually been.

Winter had been kind to her, even as a wandering dispersal, but the renewed energy she felt from finally having a place to sleep comfortably and regular food (that wasn't just berries) had forced her to concede that maybe the life of a loner had quite a few more downsides than she had actually noticed.

Today, however – rested and re-energised – Pukei sought to map out more of the territory; if she was going to make a home of this place, she wanted to know every square inch of it! She was no scout, but figured the creek that cut through the area served as a handy starting point.

So she started from there, nose to the ground and following along the riverbank, taking in all the new scents of the land.

Arric was never far from his wifes beck and call. But he still did have other duties even if she was his first priority. Her and their little munchkins growing hearty in her womb.

It was with determination he walked the borders and the pack lands. Eyeing for any intruders. Keeping a weather eye that no threats loomed.

He smiled as he came across a new face. Lifted his head from scenting the earth.

Hello.

A friendly greeting followed the sound of pawsteps, and Pukei looked up to see a dark male approach, the silver ring around his eye immediately catching her attention. What an odd marking. It didn't detract from his features, however; if anything, it complemented them. First Akavir and now this guy – were all the men in Swiftcurrent so handsome? Pukei felt her heart flutter in girlish bashfulness as she nodded her head in response with a delighted wave of her tail.

"Hello! Very sorry if I intruded on anything, I've just been trying to acquaint myself with the territory!"

She was small like Arlette, but not as cream fur. But she did smell distinctly like herbs and grasses. He would have to mention it to Arlette ahe would probably like to talk ahop.

You're good. I'm Arric. Have you found it to your liking?

He thought of the different places that he loved in the creek that Arlette loved.

My wife Arlette she tends a garden that way.

He pointed with his paw. Tapped his foot to the ground.

Theres a real nice bend in the river that wlaway that makes for aome excellent fishing