Swiftcurrent Creek restless

Fox listened with rapt attention. Hearing "war" stories was probably her favorite pastime next to pissing off her neighbors. At least this activity caused her a little bit less harm (even if it spurred her into trying out whatever she heard in said stories). Before yesterday, Fox had never seen a cougar up close and personal. She had seen them from a distance, and she had heard of them in stories, but seeing it up close and personal was a whole different ballgame. The claws on the thing had been something fierce. It was like having a set of teeth on each paw, except they were far sharper.

In telling her story, Tuwawi had reminded Fox of Njal's role in yesterday's events. “Is Njal okay?” she asked, concern lacing her voice. As much as they'd had their rocky road, she still respected him a great deal. “You should tend to him.” Now that Fox's wounds had been cleaned thoroughly, it was just a matter of keeping them free of debris and occasionally getting help from one of her crew for the places she could not reach. Njal's injuries had seemed more severe, considering his own face had practically been in the cougar's mouth, from what Fox recalled.