Swiftcurrent Creek to be the wing that fans the flame

King wagged his tail at the thought. It would be cool to have a superpower. His cousins to the south had their noses, and although Uncle Searshaw had never show signs of supernatural water-resistance, everyone knew that he'd swum through that lake in winter and hadn't suffered even a cold for his efforts. King certainly couldn't do that.

"Maybe!" he agreed, glancing around as if said superpower might suddenly reveal itself to him, nevermind that they were only telling stories. The male seemed to remember himself and shot the stranger a sheepish look. "I guess I'll have to look into that," he decided. And then, realizing he still didn't know the girl's name - "I didn't catch your name. Mine's King, of Elkbone-by-the-Mountain."