Swiftcurrent Creek With this apple we shall PLAY!!

Dropping by :D

A melodic howl resounded through the balmy daytime sky. The baritone voice was undoubtedly Ferdie von Pelt's, summoning his commrades to celebrate the day with a game. Intrigued, Tuwawi decided to head his way. Swiftcurrent had endured many harships recently. Jinx and Lecter's depature. The coyotes. The Vale. Few games to be had in the wake of such troubling times. And why was that? Spring was supposed to be a joyous and fruitful time for all.

The ember paced into the clearing where Ferdie and Jace fussed over a vividly red apple (a rare sight in this season, indeed). She grinned and nodded to them both, but chose not to participate in their boyish banter... at least not yet. Instead, Tuwawi chose to recline beneath a young birch, content to enjoy the dapple shade it provided and spectate the new game the men invented.