Swiftcurrent Creek Grace (or lack thereof)

Do you mind if Bones pops in here? :o

Bones was considering making another attempt to visit her father, after botching the last try (damn that Ira for being so distracting!). The possibility of the coyotes returning kept her at home, however, unwilling to leave during the pack's time of need. Atticus could wait... or he could come here.

There were no signs of the prairie wolves near the creek's borders, so young Bones headed toward the territory's heart, snatching a rabbit leg out of a cache and chewing on it as she walked. By the time she crossed paths with Tuwawi, there was nothing left but a slender bone, which she promptly dropped as she approached the red she-wolf.

"Avast!" she greeted with her usual exuberance. "Long time, no see. How're ye doing, Tu-wa-wi?"