Swiftcurrent Creek Where Oh Where

Lestan had been gone from the mountain and it pained Amalia deeply. She had assumed he had headed towards Natigvik and so it was Natigvik she also headed for. Though imagine her surprise as she loped along, the scent of Lestan caught her attention and it was near a new border. She sniffed and looked around, curious.

She stepped back and away from the border, and looked curiously past it. Then with a gentle lift of downy head she howled out to her friend. @Lestan

It was cold and treacherous in winter, and who was he with? Was he safe? Was he happy? Had he found someone to take her place so readily. The last part filled her with shame and she shook her head. How terrible of her to think such things. THey would always be friends, or so she hoped.

She lowered agile, graceful body down and waited. She lifted silky ears and maw. Closing her green gems and allowed the snowflakes to dust along her face and ears, color along the eyelashes that rimmed the jade depths of all deep soul.