Swiftcurrent Creek Make your choice

@Reiko; it is early morning and Rex tripped over his own feet - spraining his left front ankle.

Mortified. No one saw it. He told himself this in a mantra. Rex, after all, fit the grace of a ghost gliding across the earth. Certainly not the clumsy trot of a newborn fawn. No. The dull throb of his ankle was the only proof that something happened.

Tsk, he clicked his tongue, and kicked at the ground akin to a disgruntled toddler. The miniature dust cloud that popped up in vengeance made him sneeze a second later. Well fuck you, too, earth. This morning sucked, and he was not in the mood for backtalk.