Swiftcurrent Creek everything the light touches

Tucked within the underbrush, the two wolves stalked towards the beaver dam. It truly was a magnificant sight, with its intricately cut and stacked wood interlaced with sticks and logs. This was what beavers spent their days doing, and althought the small creatures possessed not the intelligent as their canine counterparts, israel knew no wolf who could make such a beautiful home.

 the grey she-wolf momentarily shifted her focus to the male ahead of her. he apparently understood the plan, crouching in the shadows, but what struck israel as strange were his eyes. they were wide with either focus, or fear. the girl's expression was full of concern, unsure of what he was afraid of. he had stopped short of the bank, and she held a suspicion that it was either the beavers or the water that frightened him so.

Walking downstream, is israel found a shallow area with moderate rapids and gingerly stepped into the water. her rough footpads found purchase on the slick stones. slowly, carefully, israel crossed the creek. once on the other side, she slipped into the brush opposite Tryphon. making eye contact with him she conveyed that it was time to strike. and with that, the silver wolfess sprung from the frosted bushes, her face twisted into a vicious snarl. Water splashed in ever direction, drenching her pelt with such chill that she lost her breath. The beavers were hopefully on the other side of the river by now.