Swiftcurrent Creek restless

For some reason I always mix up muskrats and voles.

Fox looked to Tuwawi when she entered the area, but her eyes were more on the food than anything else. Thankful for the fresh kill, Fox began wolfing it down, picking out the larger bones and spitting them aside for the time being. She would gnaw on them later to get the sweet marrow from the middle. Between bites, the yearling offered up a reply to Tuwa's insistence that she should be sleeping. “Too many dreams. Bears and cougars.” Having no knowledge of the religion that many of her followers abided by, Fox had no clue that the black and white bears had any meaning whatsoever. To her, they were just strange characters in her dreams.

She had not realized how hungry she was, but once she had picked apart most of the muskrat and swallowed the last gulp, she gave a quiet burp and settled with her elbows on the ground. Perhaps her hunger was the reason she'd been having a hard time sleeping.