Swiftcurrent Creek whoop, there it is

This is for @Farkas, and takes place before Fox's thread with Haunter (since that thread gonna be whack).

The heat was unbearable. The humidity wasn't making it any better, and Fox had taken to spending the hottest part of the day wading in the pack's namesake source of water. She was laying so that the water covered her back, but so that her head was still above the water for easy breathing. And yet, she still panted. That was how hot it was. She could only imagine that others would flock here soon enough, considering the circumstances. Fox would welcome their presence with open arms, glad to have company to get through this wretched hell of a summer.

Fox found herself wishing for the snows of winter and the wolves who had since left them, and suddenly she wondered if she was swimming in not water, but nostalgia. Too many had come and gone from their ranks, and even those she had chased out herself were missed, whether or not she would admit it.