Swiftcurrent Creek F is for friends who do stuff together

Sorry for the delay! Been busy with DFG stuff ^__^ Edited the first post to make this thread take place in the evening

The vibrant light waned in the sky as the forest was lulled into a drowsy twilight. Summer's crickets chirped a melodic and pleasant tune while squirrels nested in their homes. Other than the adult wolves' tempestuous politics, Swiftcurrent proved to be a perfect retreat for Teekon's other natives. The stark plains of the valley offered few hiding places for larger predators, such as bears or cougars, and incited game to sojourn to the sweet meadows of Sunrise Valley.

Not that Valtýr was aware of the impact topography had on life. He knew little of the outside world, completely oblivious to danger. The firstborn had learned of sorrow and suffering when he had been introduced to the half-dead grouse, letting big alligators flow as he empathized with the unfortunate birdy, but the implication of self-preservation was left only to his frail instincts. Val's flight or fight response may have been a bit more than broken. Any stranger he had met became an immediate friend. And why shouldn't they? There was little reason to warrant a fearful response.

And so, when he heard a rustle and cry in the nearby grass, his short mane only spiked out of surprise. Curiosity was quick to overcome the young toddler. He swaggered over to the patch of grass, ears tilted forward and thin tail pitched at twelve o'clock, to peer between the long blades. An unusual created flapped around. Not a beetle or a bird. "Mouse?" Valtýr chirped with a cock of his head as the tiny bat cried for its mother. Slowly his stubby nose drew nearer, wanting to figure out exactly who and what the tiny beastie was.