Swiftcurrent Creek by and bye

“Good,” she replied when he promised to try and take it even easier. “Although I think it is doubtful that they will return. I know that I would not return to a place that promised death.” A strong pack of wolves was no match for some unorganized mangy coyotes. They had shown them once that they were not to be trifled with, and Fox knew that the creek would stand against the vermin if they ever did decide it was a good idea to return.

“Hm?” she asked, but then realized his question and pondered for a moment. “It’s a good a day as any.” In truth, she yearned for Haunter's return, but she knew it was a lost cause. He was gone, and there was no getting him back. It was upsetting that her best prospect for offspring had departed, for she would have to find a new one come next year. She had plenty of time, of course, and she would have her children one way or another.