Swiftcurrent Creek we fall and we too shall rise

The evening was drawing close, but the sun still shone when Razo stood tall in the long, gently swaying grass, gazing at a grazing herd of deer from afar. He’d grown used to tracking their movements, but inevitably this particular herd would migrate elsewhere and there would eventually be another to take their place in such a plentiful slice of the Wilds. He watched the younger does for any discernible change in physical status, then set his eyes on the strong stag for only a moment before he turned and loped away. There were other grounds to attend to as well, and certainly a nap to be squeezed in before the sun fell below the horizon and out of sight.

When he noticed a glimmer of blinding-white fur in his keen peripheral vision, however, he put his plans on hold. It wasn’t often that someone just happened upon him, but for the moment, he was the one to approach her and he had no expectations that she had purposefully sought him out. Much as he had intended to find her prior to the meeting she had called, she had managed to take a page out of his book and remain elusive. With the opportunity finally at hand, he sauntered his long-legged saunter towards her and greeted her half-affectionately with the nosing of one plush ear, which he also half-stooped to do in his towering height.