Swiftcurrent Creek trampled by turtles

Feel free to fade with your next post. Welcome to da creek, yo.

The thing that separated Fox and Bones was the desire to please. Fox had had none of it, even with Lethe. While she had respected the woman, Fox had never thought to try and do something to deliberately please her leader. If anything, she probably would have pissed her off in due time. (Un?)fortunately, Lethe had never really seen that side of Fox, and now the tiny fireball was prancing around leading a whole pack. It was utter nonsense in the eyes of most, and Fox was still a little unsure why she had taken over. Nevertheless, there was no time to back out now.

Fox said nothing when Bones explained that her absent father probably had good reason for being so. The fireball made no reply to this, as she was not about to argue with a child (at least not about this). Instead, she waited until Bones moved on to another topic: skillset. A thief could be useful, and a fisher too, considering their creek was full of them. Anything about the sea and tides would be useless here, along with hoarding treasure.

“I’m sure you’ll find your place in due time,” replied Fox. “Would you like to accompany me on the last bit of border patrol?” she asked. Even if Bones would rather turn in after her journey, Fox would still have to make sure everything was looking good.