Swiftcurrent Creek roll up your sleeves

Fox had just granted asylum to a young wolf by the name of Arrakis. Eager to put him to work, she had asked him to travel to Blacktail Deer Plateau and seek out Perry to let him know of the leadership change here. She could only hope that her messenger would not be eaten in the process. Fox knew well of Perry's wrath against trespassers (or lingerers), and she did not want Arrakis to be eaten. Then again, if he was stupid enough to get himself killed, he probably should not have been among the creek's ranks in the first place.

The yearling was prowling the borders this late afternoon, feeling that her job was somehow getting easier. Spring would be upon them soon enough, and she was looking forward to a little bit of warmth. This deathly-cold weather took the life right out of her most days, and she could not wait to be panting in the sun. Not only would her health improve, but the added bonus of having more plentiful prey would surely help everybody's mood.