Swiftcurrent Creek run, rabbit

A small habit had formed for the boy — a sense of attachment, a forlorn feeling whenever he was apart from his family for any length of time. Stone wasn't as stalwart as his name might have suggested but he made do; today, he followed his mother around whether she wanted him to or not. He knew that she was busy, and it wasn't like he was trying to screw up whatever she was doing, but... He also knew that the longer he stuck around mom, the sooner he'd find his sister, or his father. Keeping tabs on his parents was difficult on most days and Stone was thankful that Dawn was keeping herself close to the riverside. He bumbled along after her with a lack of grace, and an outright lack of stealth, while she hunted further upriver.