Swiftcurrent Creek kiss the night goodbye

She bounded playfully away from his nipping teeth, but not with enough quickness to entirely avoid the bite. It was met with a high-pitched yip but no retaliation, and she motioned for him to follow her on their continued journey into the Creek. "Well, I think you'd be an excellent counselor or storyteller," she stated, basing this judgment entirely - and very possibly incorrectly - on his age. "Unfortunately, the wolves that would've needed it were recently kicked out, so.. you'll need to find someone else to counsel. Tuwawi is about to have pups - perhaps you could tell them stories. Do you know any?"