Swiftcurrent Creek submitted for the approval of the midnight society

Tagging: @Kaskara :)

A warm September afternoon gave way to a cool, crisp evening. Bones fell asleep next to the creek and, upon waking early the next morning, she was greeted by thick white fog. It rolled off the water and clotted in the trees and grass, limiting visibility to no more than a few yards. Overhead, the sky was a low, ominous gray. It felt more like late October than the final weeks of summer.

Spurred by hunger, Bones began to walk away from the creek, heading deep into the territory in search of either prey or a cache — whichever presented itself first. She moved slowly to avoid bumping into things, though this didn't stop her from stumbling over a tree root and pitching ass over teakettle into the grass.

Momentarily surprised and winded, the skinny, scarred yearling began to giggle to herself as she rolled onto her side, then back onto her feet. She smoothed her petticoat gave her body a vigorous shake, woofed, then resumed her careful creep through the fog.