Swiftcurrent Creek Fires

Entertainment was on her way as she appeared in form of a little red wolf, bouncing alongside the creek. She seemed particularly fixated on the rushing waters as something precious to her bobbed along the waves. Occasionally she would snatch out in hopes of rescuing said precious thing, but every time she did she would be just a little short. She blamed it entirely on her small body, but truth of the matter was, she was still a little bit wary of the creek that had once taken her for a ride. Even as she thought these unselfish thoughts, one of the baby raccoons she had been raising rode the waves on what appeared to be a makeshift raft. Ironically it was made of many leaves. When she caught sight of her pack mate, she barked at him for assistance. She needed to save her baby from a certain watery grave.