Swiftcurrent Creek survivor

A small mist was being blown off the river farther upstream, causing clouds of vapor to float gently over the river banks. The young female had taken a seat across from Dovev's wide, spade-shaped front paws.
I'm afraid I wasn't. I only came about a week ago. His gray eyes crinkled slightly at Bones' descriptor for pack activity, and he shifted slightly so that his ears were better trained on her.
What do you mean, shenanigans? Dovev had learned something... important from Bazi. Perhaps Bones knew about it, or something more had occurred in the summer and spring of Swiftcurrent.