Swiftcurrent Creek but the days are cruel and mean

She crooned out to him.

Warm and vibrant. A song and dance she had done a few times before. Blackfeather, Akashingo. She would not be a false hand here despite the things she did keep hidden. She would do her work and prove herself among them.

Guard?

A soft sway of her tail, wondering if she would allow him to invite herself along.