Swiftcurrent Creek survivor

The story slowly faded, and the girl turned to look down at Dovev. Her voice had gained confidence, and finally the answer to his prying question seemed to outline her thoughts on her past obstacles. His ears were turned toward her as his grayscaled pools wavered out over the creek.

Her defiant reply to signify she was only looking to the future caused Dovev's tail to thump once in merriment. It was a touchy subject when it came to family with Bones, it seemed, but she wanted to push through whatever had stood in her way. It was an agreeable tactic- there was no use dwelling on the past. He could only hope that it didn't meaning out of sight, out of eye.

He remained quiet as Bones spoke about a place called Tortuga. The brute always had a slight trouble pronouncing foreign lands, as there had been one 'voice' that the northern wolves had used. And no doubt her Tortuga would differ far from that.
Please! I'd love to hear about it. And then maybe I shall tell you about the Tuq, in return?