Swiftcurrent Creek the aftermath

Of course it felt wonderful to lead. To take charge on this one thing as if she was the tip of a spear.

The scent of a fox twisted along a hollow log and she could not help but wonder if it was still here somewhere. The pelt would not be big enough by any means! Yet it would be nice, a comfortable addition alongside the pheasant feather's he had provided.

Her still (for now) sleek form lowered to become more akin to a torpedo.

Silently her body language bid him to follow in this too. A gesture for him to take the other side of the log in preparation. In case anything may be spooked out!