Swiftcurrent Creek Insidious disaster

*squees*

Fox had been restless tonight. She was not sure what kept her from getting comfortable next to Cutthroat, and finally she had excused herself, specifically ordering him not to follow. She needed to breathe free and be alone with herself. The gash across her chest was still healing, scabbing and itching as healing wounds did, but movement helped her more than being stationary, and so she moved.

The fireball meandered about the creek's meeting place for only a few minutes before taking to the border. So much had happened along the creek's border, and most of it had been wretched: the loss of Bones, the fight with the cougar, the attack of the coyotes, chasing away Ferdie and Jace. Then again, the border also accounted for the majority of their recruitment. And she would be nowhere without the wolves who stood at her side.

Not thirty minutes into her slinking along the border did she halt suddenly. It seemed Cutthroat had disobeyed her and followed her out here anyway, and she eyed him suspiciously. She had specifically told him to stay at the den... or, at the very least, leave her alone for the evening. Fox drew close, ready to give him a series of barraging questions, when she realized it was not Cutthroat at all.

“Haun—Haunter?” she choked in a half-whisper.