Swiftcurrent Creek roll up your sleeves

This one was long-winded, and Fox shifted on her feet impatiently. Still, she found it interesting that Jinx was apparently on somewhat good terms with at least one of her old pack-mates from Horizon Ridge. It seemed that was what had brought Pied here. That and something about children. It seemed like pretty much everybody of age was getting knocked up left and right. Fox knew her time would come next year, though she was thankful she did not have to worry about children and the throne. Already she had begun to eyeball potential prospects, though nobody in particular had struck her fancy. At least not any that were not already taken. There was plenty of time for seeking one out.

“Yes,” she replied, “My name is Fox.” The fireball did not elaborate on how this had come to pass. The fact that Swiftcurrent had suffered a sudden and strange death was not something she wished to divulge to a stranger. On some level, it did make the pack look weak. When an alpha went and threw themselves into a creek, surely something was up. The yearling shifted her weight to the right side, though she made no move to depart. No matter how docile this one seemed, Fox was not about to leave a stranger unattended here at the border.