Swiftcurrent Creek everything the light touches

israel waited patiently for him to turn and notice her. in all likelihood, she could have warned him before stopping, but he caught on to her intentions. doing so appeared to liven him up a little and the silver she-wolf hastened to emulate him, crouching into the underbrush and stalking along behind him. his tail was a golden beacon for her to follow, barely making a sound, quickly as though he moved.

the scent was thick upon the air, and while israel was certain the aroma did not belong to deer, she did not immediately recognize which species they were tracking. it was not until she peered upstream with attentive blue eyes that she realized they were headed towards a beaver dam, its paddle tailed occupants busy at work. the wind was in the favor of the two wolves, catching the beavers' scent and carrying it to their noses, rather than the other way around. another fortune was theirs, for beaver did not move very quickly outside of water. if they could catch the large rodents off guard and chase one or both of them away from the water, the kill itself would prove simple.