Swiftcurrent Creek Grant me Mercy please

No big! I'll probably be slow for the next few days while I'm moving. :)

Fox drifted throughout the heart of Swiftcurrent's claim. It was saturated with the smell of wolves—her wolves—and she smiled at the thought of it. Her pack was a strong one, and she could only see it getting stronger. While she planned to claim no more, she would not rule out such a thing. Her thoughts lingered on her comrades, on the loss of Bones, and on Tuwawi's children that would soon arrive into the world. She barely remembered her own younger siblings, as she had been skipping town right around that time.

Her thoughts were yanked from those members of Swiftcurrent when she spotted Jace, looking surprisingly conflicted about something or another. For a moment, Fox considered just pivoting and going back the way she came... but she knew that was not really the "leaderly" thing to do. So, with a deep breath, she approached him. “Hey Jace. Something going on? You look a little… well, not great.”