Swiftcurrent Creek Turning myself into a toothbrush

She trotted through the creek without her usual bounce in her step, mainly because she was too focused on the task at hand. She wanted the pack that had so generously allowed her and her friends (though most if not all had left her alone) to join to flourish like how it did moons ago, but she couldn't make it happen all on her own. She needed all of them on board to make Swiftcurrent Creek great again! (hah)

Her smile faded when she did find who she was looking for though. Her head tipped to the side in question for a moment before she spotted the crimson cut on his muzzle. Constantine? Ya doin' okay? She questioned hesitantly in a slightly worried tone, hoping she wouldn't spook him seeing that she just marched up to him without him having noticed her yet.