Swiftcurrent Creek v-neck sweater

Newbie ahoy. :)

Bazi had filled her first few days as a member of Swiftcurrent Creek with relentless activity. Salt baths, a trip to the Ridge, meet-and-greets - the frenzy kept her mind from wandering too far back in time, where embers still crackled and wounds still seeped. The more wolves she met, the dimmer the memory became, and she was glad for the mind's capacity to forget.

It was overcast today, and raining. The lack of light made it easier to see fish, and Bazi had spent the morning pretending to be a big, ferocious bear, bringing no less than four fish onto land in under 30 minutes - not a record, but a catch to be proud of nevertheless. The yearling was busily tucking into the bright, unctuous flesh of a particularly fat rainbow trout when the small, rust-brown alpha appeared in her line of sight - Fox, she had learned, and the leader's physical similarity to the species had made her smile upon first learning the name.

Instantly, the bright-white Mu shuffled back a few paces and lowered her head, pushing the open carcass towards the Creek alpha.