Swiftcurrent Creek restless

@Tuwawi / Set the morning after the cougar fight.

Fox whimpered in her sleep. Not from pain (although there was plenty of that), but from the dreams that had been troubling her all night. One moment, she would be chasing after the cougar, and the next, the cougar would be a black bear. Then a white bear. Then it would be chasing after her. It being a dream, Fox could not make any sense of it. It was like a game of cat and mouse, except nobody would behave and remain what they were supposed to. Even Fox felt she had slipped into her namesake's body more than a few times.

Groaning, Fox's eyes peeled open and she attempted to move herself upright. It was a less-than-pleasant process, and these were definitely wounds that were not going to heal like the ones Jinx had given her. They were deeper, sharper, and most importantly more painful. Even still, Fox would not allow herself to laze around all day. In fact, she was not sure she could do that even if she wanted to. The constant dreaming made her feel as though she had only just allowed herself to lay down and rest.

The early-morning sun peeked through the trees that surrounded the creek, and Fox squinted at it. Gingerly, she sat down on her haunches and began to clean her wounds yet again. Thankfully, she could reach the majority of them. The beast had not managed to grab ahold of her neck. If it had, Fox would surely be dead.