Swiftcurrent Creek by and bye

Only one other, please. :)

Haunter seemed to have made good on his original promise to not stick around past the spring. His scent had faded from the den, and it suddenly felt rather large for one tiny yearling. To fix this, Fox had brought in an assortment of various objects from sticks to dried flowers to old skulls and bones. With these, she filled the emptier parts of the den, taking her time to arrange things in a manner that she felt was pleasing. This went on for two days, her coming back to the den and moving this object here, replacing this one with something else entirely.

Still, she did not feel particularly satisfied with the arrangement, and today was the third day that she relentlessly rearranged the objects in her den. Taking a break from it, she crawled out of the hole and made her way to the creek, looking a little more tired and frazzled than before. While she would never admit it, she did miss the one-eared fool. Some small part of her had expected him to stick around, although deep down, she had always known that he would leave. It was in his nature, and one tiny red yearling could not change a mind as set as that one.

Stopping at the water's edge on that warm afternoon, Fox bent down to lap up the cool water of her home's namesake.