Swiftcurrent Creek oh dear, the soup is burnt

A vivid smile creased Tuwawi's muzzle at Fox's tangible joy. Quickly, the pair were becoming fast friends, helped along by the alpha's attention to her underlings. It was rare for a commander to be so involved with her subjects. Usually most preferred to rule from a higher place, demanding every shred of submission their subordinates had to offer. However, the young woman always had a penchant to do things her own way... and the method by which she led was refreshing and effective. The proof was in the pudding: the creek had endured many hardships in its infancy, from a cougar attack to the departure of their Beta, and still their numbers grew. Opportunity had favored Fox's new take on leadership, and it was easy to see the fruit of their labors.

Tuwawi lifted a paw to shield herself from the rain sent her way as she stood along the water's edge. "I'm afraid I'm not much of a swimmer," she mused playfully, tail wagging in an uneven cadence. The ember was the opposite of her mate, who was quiet adept at both fishing and swimming. Even so, she crouched to inspect the current's surface, unaware she flirted dangerously within Fox's grabbing range.