Swiftcurrent Creek swing dancing

Fox huffed in agreement, deciding not to voice her opinions with words. The yearling had only ever known this way of life, and she would have been surprised to find that many packs did not (or even discouraged) fighting. They were wild animals, through and through, and Fox saw no reason not to give in to their instincts. The yearling tended to follow her body much more than her mind, so fighting happened to be one of her favorite pastimes. It would be nice to come out of this one without a bloodied body, though.

Flopping onto the ground aside the creek, the young wolf took to staring at the water for a few moments before laying her head on her paws and slowly drifting off to sleep. She would not mind if Jinx joined her at her side, though something told her the older female would be off doing something else instead of lazing around by the creekside.