Swiftcurrent Creek life is a nuisance lived between naps

set for 1/19

He'd tracked some rawboned coyote down the mountain for nearly half a mile when the scent suddenly went blank, vanishing along the edge of the creek he stood before now. Xizur was not foolish nor hungry enough to give chase across the raging waters. So he decide to walk, and walk, and walk, until eventually the creek became no more than a gentle stream, just barely deep enough to completely submerge his ankles.

It was here where fish, namely bass and crappie, tucked theirselves away in little pockets along the stream's bank. He was no fisher, but Xizur certainly had his fair share of good catches in water, especially recently with all the large game having gone elsewhere from the quakes. And so, with an optimistic mindset, he slid himself along the stream's edge, watchful for any shadows that might move beneath the water's surface.