Swiftcurrent Creek everything the light touches

It was early morning and Israel had left her companion sleeping in the meadow. Simatra had proven to be a worthwhile investment of her time, though of course, the grey pixie saw her as more than that. For however long it would last, they were hunting partners, traveling companions, friends. It was a big deal to the fae, for her only friends since birth had been her sisters.  And they were far behind her now.

As much as Israel cherished her budding relationship with Simatra, she remained an introverted creature, and she eagerly grasped the opportunity to take a few moments, perhaps hours, to herself. She headed towards the smell of water, hoping to scout out the area which was so very unknown to her. It was possible that she would come across some small mammals that could serve as breakfast for herself and the golden female. Maybe there would even be deer there, although after their previous hunting venture, the thought of hunting deer again held a small amount of anxiety for her.

Her pawsteps stopped along the shore of a creek whose waters bubbled softly in the afternoon light. She peered along the bank with eager blue eyes and beheld neither deer nor woodland creature, but rather a gold-furred male. His pelt reeked of other wolves, yet he seemed to be alone. Israel woofed softly at him, her posture low to assure him that she was not a threat.

"Hello,"spoke the woman.