Swiftcurrent Creek life is a nuisance lived between naps

she finds herself frequenting the stream, now; she's grown rather fond of it at the meals that can be found in the shallows, or the territory surrounding. she's keen on exploring it further, too; this close to Sunbeam, it would make a good hunting ground. 

she angles towards the stranger as soon as he's spotted, having been mostly alone since her mishap and hoping for companionship. she slows her steps when she realizes what he's doing, entering his line of sight but remaining distant, silent, while he hunts.

she's content to wait really—and then a violent, hacking cough forces itself abruptly from her lungs, and she doubles over until the fit subsides. moony swipes a paw over her face, straightening, ears twisting back when she realizes what she's done. "I'm sorry," she blurts, guilt writ across her features.