Swiftcurrent Creek little puppet made of pine.

I'm sure she's just fine without one, River almost laughed. Though, beneath the veneer of a warm countenance, her skin crawled with envy. Beneath that, the ache of loneliness felt steeped into her bones. Hard to miss something you never had. And who needs a seeing-eye bird when they've got someone like you? Honestly, it would have been overkill.

It was easy to praise a wolf like Figment. He was timeless; selfless in a way that many wolves were not and handsome to boot. She was glad to know him, but unfortunately, the most noble part about him was also the reason she hesitated to want more from him. The last thing she wanted right now was to feel like a second fiddle. Especially to someone's sister.

Still, he made her laugh. She couldn't remember the last time she had genuinely laughed, and it was almost foreign to her ears. Well, I wasn't going to say it, she quipped, grinning back at him.

The mood lightened considerably around them now that the danger had passed, and River was eager to take Figment's invitation for the first bite. She circled the beast a couple times, sniffing about suspiciously, before choosing the still-warm belly and taking in a mouthful of its tender underside. She grimaced as unchewed food spilled between her clenched teeth. Ew, she gurgled, swallowing the bite in haste. Her mother did teach her not to waste her food after all.