Swiftcurrent Creek you call out

Here's a good spot! We can always have another ;)

"Then stay," she bid him, and he knew in his heart that he would. Wandering was in his nature, but Teekon was so expansive that he could wander all around it, and still come home to Fox. Home... He ignored the word in his head, having never called any place besides Hollow Mountain his home, and that desolate arena had showered him with nothing but misery since the day of his omen-bearing birth. He watched her, the small firecracker whose fuse had been tattered by the claws and teeth of a cougar, limp back into her den, and he followed wordlessly.

He stood at the entrance, blocking most of the light, but he only waited to let her settle before gliding to her side and wrapping his long body about her curled form in a closeness that had been absent of him for at least two years now. He nibbled intimately at her ruff, licking the back of her ears before tenderly preening the fringes of her wounded shoulder once more. He was quiet for a long while, listening to her breaths as they evened out and slowed in a motion that suggested she was comfortable and falling asleep curled so neatly into him as she were.

"Until I stop breathing," he repeated quietly to her, finding himself hoping that she would dream of his words and believe them when she woke and he was still at her side. Haunter would not return to his own den any more. He would not spend every night with Fox because he sometimes left the Creek on his selfish exploits, but each time from that day forward, when he returned he would return to her and her warmth.

For now, he lay his large head beside hers and gazed through the mouth of her den, ever-watchful as she slept.