Swiftcurrent Creek one for the money

for @Njal

Fox was feeling perky this morning. She was somehow giving lessons to a trained warrior, her place in the pack was secure, and the Delta just felt good about life. Fox found herself looking for something to do, or perhaps somebody to talk to. Not in a "let's get all heart-to-heart" kind of talking (because she was never into that), but maybe some "let's dick around and throw insults at each other" kind of talking. She had always been so much better at the latter, anyway. Then again, maybe she should have been looking for something to eat. Her stomach growled at her, and she growled right back at it. Scowling for a second, she wondered if that rabbit she had buried was still in the cache.

With a sigh, she shook her coat and began heading toward it at a leisurely trot. Fox did not have a care in the world at that moment, and she aimed to keep it that way. Life at the creek was easy, and she could not imagine any way of life in that moment. Her naive little brain did not take into account that it was always calmest before the storm.