Swiftcurrent Creek red spring

They were the skills that many wolves had, but the last one was the most interesting to Fox. Because Fox had been with the creek since the beginning (and despite Ferdie's thoughts of her), she fancied telling others the history of it. She even went so far as to tell outsiders about events that had gone down within the bounds of her pack. Most notably, she kept Peregrine informed of the goings on. It wasn't ancient history for sure, but it was history. The lore bit was even more intriguing to Fox, and it was that bit that really sealed the deal.

“The creek has plenty of history, despite being a young pack. Lore, on the other hand...” Fox trailed off, “That is something we lack.” Her own parents had told her short stories, mainly to prove a point or try and tell her that something was wrong or right. The typical ones, like how the turtle once beat the hare. “We have pups on the way, and I am sure they would benefit from a bit of entertainment.” If anything, it would allow Tuwawi and Njal to have a bit of a break from the ever-important duties of raising their children.

“Get yourself acquainted with the rest of the pack once you’ve had a chance to rest,” Fox said, stepping forward to brush her body against Ame's so that they might now share the same scent.