Swiftcurrent Creek our season

Bazi remained blissfully unaware of the waves that Shadow had created, and gladly received Dovev's gesture. "Good morning," she chirped, nuzzling the pale bridge of his nose with the tip of hers. Her nostrils flared as she stepped back, brows crinkling as she searched her mind for the source of the scent. Marrow, she realized, and smiled at the thought - even in a time of plenty, a northerner was frugal.

That, and marrow was freakin' great.

She moved around him, coming up on his left side so that they could walk together. "Setting in alright? I'm so glad you're here.. I don't know how everyone else is going to deal with the cold. Some of them have come from warmer places, you know?"