Swiftcurrent Creek Fear of Sleep

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Radiant hues of a summer dusk streaked across the sky like great paint strokes upon a dark tapestry. The sun settled into the west, nearly falling beneath the distant mountains, and cast dark violet shadows onto the creek's familiar plains. Tuwawi strut along the water's edge, a half-eaten piece of a brunette female grouse nestled betwixt her fangs. The evening's pillage had gone well. A bramble of blackberries had led the matriarch to a late-season keep of ground fowl - a perfect pairing for any wolf - and she thought the rest of her feathered meal might make a good play-thing for the pups.