Nova Peak midnight stroll

Swift followed without hesitation. He flourished in new situations, meeting the unknown with enthusiasm. There was not an inch of the den that his nose had not touched, and Bazi was keen to nurture his curiosity under supervision. She moved on when he barked, settling into a normal, adult gait and assuming her son would speed up to follow. This was the real world, and he couldn't be a child forever.

They wound their way down the subtle incline to the Bitcurrent, their footsteps muted by the damp pine needles underfoot. Bazi slowed whenever Swift found something interesting, but never stopped.

The water made a pleasant tinkling sound as it moved through its shallow bed. Next to the river was a log hollow log in the midst of decay. Fungi and moss brightened its dark surface with bright colours, just about discernible in the low light. It was a prize. Bazi turned to look at her son, bright and easily visible against the forest floor. "These are mushrooms. You can't eat them, but you can smell," she told him, tail sweeping against the damp log.