Swiftcurrent Creek a seven nation army couldn't hold me back

Nimble Paws, eh? Fox canted her head to one side, testing the name in her head a few times before deciding it was probably better than "Lil' Weenie." Truth be told, she quite liked her good ol' fashioned birth name. It was short, spunky, and described her coloration perfectly well. Then again, given nicknames were always amusing in their own right, and the givers often knew more about her than her parents had when she had been born. Heck, Scim probably knew more about her through association than her parents did at this point.

But hunting right here and now was not her plan. “It’s a task for later, but would you organize a hunt for the creek?” she asked. Fox wanted to get a taste for what his leadership skills were like. Not only that, but it would be a good way for the pack to come together. They had many new recruits, and it was important for them to feel supported by one another.