Swiftcurrent Creek Get some gravel in your claws

Clock beamed radiantly at Phoenix's eager response. :Oh to be a yearling again,: he thought to himself in the dramatic way that only a fellow youth just experiencing the first twinges of soreness after a long day of activity could. Because, in truth, Clock was approaching only his third year of life; Hardly a wizened old wolf... although he felt like it after the long and arduous journey over the mountain ranges.

"Let's check down by shallow areas of the creek," he suggested as he reared back and batted playfully at Phoenix, magically forgetting the aching in his paws and front legs. He hadn't had much time to explore the whole of the pack's territory, so he wasn't sure yet what was out there. He took off at an easy run, checking over his shoulder to make sure the red ticked wolf was following. If they could catch something, they would definitely be seen as valuable to the pack.

Clock took them to the bank of the river and followed along the shore, scanning the waters for beaver dams as he moved along at a swift pace. His ears pricked foreward and his face brightened when he finally spotted a cluster of logs and sticks that made up a dam, but then his countenance fell when he noticed it was on the opposite side of the river as they were. He stopped and turned in a circle, thinking. "I've heard it's not safe to cross the river," he explained as his eyes roved across the still waters, "although it doesn't look very unsafe, does it?"