Silver Creek what fell from grace

minne could not have told anyone what she was doing here. mainly because she did not know. she simply followed the creek from somewhere beyond, into a land she had never seen before. still the summer air welcomed her all the same here and with the scent of many creatures came one fresh.

some man had passed through and she followed without much thought.

perhaps he knew the waterways better, perhaps he might be able to show her fishing spots. although she did not hold her breath either. such knowledge hardly ever came free — and she had very little to give.

"—need to be dealing with."

tall ears cupped forward. did he have company already?

she rumbled a wordless greeting downstream, out of range in case he was more foe than friend. strangers were never to be trusted quickly.