Lost Creek Hollow and drew warmth of blood from bone

Sif was up to her usual game of skulking in bushes and chewing on any branches that brushed her face. It was not the most entertaining passtime, but it came pretty close. But the bush she'd chosen a few hours earlier was running out of branches to chew, and she was now fairly certain it was growing right on top of an ant hill - not pleasant.

The only thing to do was vacate her haunt and seek out a new one - and this one just happened to have a nice view of her new friend and bathing wolf. Weird! thought Sif, delighted by her find. She settled in to listen to their conversation, though whether she'd be able to understand it was anyone's guess.

She's pretty well hidden, and not too close to the pair. Feel free to notice her anyway, but if they don't, she'll pop out of the bushes in a little bit.