Swiftcurrent Creek every color at once in a column of light

The creek lay in a valley underneath one of the peaks and the land that surrounded it lay low and even, rolling uninterrupted towards in one direction the horizon. The tumultuous giants of rocks and earth lay behind her, guarding and watching over the woman as she bathed. The water was chilled at the behest of the winter’s strengthening winds and snow flurries, but her body burned hot with travel and she could feel no discomfort at the hands of the icy waters. The crystalline elixir loosened the dirt which marred her pelt and she arose freshened and cleaned. Tendrils of water tinkled and chimed as they fell from hr body, returning to the mother river below. 

Olive’s solitude was punctuated by the presence of another. Olive cantered her head as a wolf strode towards her, as dark as night with eyes a bright, effervescent blue. Her heart lept in the hopes that it were her lover, incarnate: for it wouldn’t have been the first time the swarthy Dakarai tracked her down across the Teekon Wilds. The mistake had been exposed by the feminine scent of motherhood — unless Dakarai had started lactating, this wolf was not him. 

No, it was a woman and now that she was closer, her resemblance to her Dakarai caused Olive to feel some sense of an automatic, platonic attraction towards her. Grinning, Olive splashed towards her. 

“Greetings, sister.”