Swiftcurrent Creek Burnin' in my soul

Fox had been taking a dip in the creek. She had filled her belly full of fish and water, collapsing on the banks for a much-needed nap once she could barely walk. The fiery Alpha awoke due to the size of her bladder, and she quickly got to her feet to relieve herself near some bushes just a few feet away. Letting out a sigh of relief, the girl finished up her business, kicked some debris over her urine, and shook her coat. It was still several hours away from the setting of the sun, and Fox clicked her tongue as she contemplated what to do next.

The covering of trees above her provided her plenty of shelter from the sun, but the late afternoon was hot, even in the shade. Fox picked a direction and began trotting, not really having anything in particular in mind. Perhaps she would mark the caches with her scent to ensure that nothing dared to have a go at them, or she would head out to the border and make her presence known there.

Those plans were quickly tossed aside when she spotted an unknown female up ahead. The yearling bristled at first, but her coat smoothed back down when she realized the girl bore the scent of Njal. She was no trespasser—merely a—“New recruit?” Fox asked, sidling up beside the girl and taking a seat so they were seated perpendicular to one another.