Swiftcurrent Creek submitted for the approval of the midnight society

Kaskara shook her head with a breathless laugh, for once a little excited and nervous. The fog was doing strange things to her mind, since she couldn't see more than two yards in front of her own nose. She was glad to have bumped into Bones - or at least, for Bones to bump into her - because that meant she wasn't alone.

Bones said the fog was a bad omen, of ill luck and bad things to come. Kaskara shivered, not because she was cold, but because she was slightly afraid of what that might mean. The creek didn't need any more bad luck. "I don't like the sound of that."