Swiftcurrent Creek the knot

@Magpie, if you want. Thought of your wedding planning as I wrote this, heh heh

Nearly four weeks! It was hard for the little red wolf to imagine that it had been nearly four weeks since she had left her previous home at Relic Lore to enter the Teekon Wilds. Though she was still uncertain whether her stay here would last beyond the summer--it was as if she had been created with wanderlust deep in her heart, though unbeknownst to her, this was more for her writer's sake than herself--the past couple of week's events had been rather exciting. Too exciting. As such, the little wolf had decided she needed a change of pace, and instead of excitement and adventure, she wanted something calm and predictable. The average wolf life. Finding a den seemed like a perfection solution. There was nothing more pleasantly mundane than settling down. But as she attempted to find said den, she realized just how selective she could be. Too wet. Too dry. Too hot. Too cold. Too much mold. Too little mold? Though the little red wolf had never considered herself to be particularly feminine, she felt everything that was stereotyped to her sex. With a huff and a puff, the little red wolf collapsed where she stood and released a small whine before burying her face into the ground. It was the afternoon. Six hours since she had begun her search. Despair quickly set in.