Swiftcurrent Creek something has to shift

vague b/c this thread is still on-going ..but a wild border patrol thread has appeared! :-)

there is something both familiar and comforting about familiarizing himself with the borders of swiftcurrent creek; something about the mundane routine that soothes the worst of panther's uncertainties. though he is attentive — because these borders are still unfamiliar and because he's patrolling — he allows his mind to wander just a little bit though he thinks of nothing in particular. there wasn't much to think about. the gruesome wounds on his face, neck and throat had mended into ugly angry red scars that would soothe to flesh pink with time and he discovered that he could talk though it is still a struggle and there is something in him that defers to body language. long conversations ...if he was one for those to begin with because he still doesn't know — whoever he was before still eludes him though he doesn't particularly strive to remember — are a thing of the past. at least, for now.

the afternoon sun is a little to hot as it warms the fur of his back and the silvery-blue fur of his 'mane' ruffles as he gives his coat a hearty shake, seeking refuge beneath the bountiful shade of a tree near the creek's rushing waters. it is here that panther gives himself a small break, carefully lapping at the rapid creekwater.