Swiftcurrent Creek Fuck love, nobody could fix you

The squirrel dangled haplessly from his jaws—meagre in its offering, and yet any sustenance for Jakoul was better than none. He moved with a certain swiftness in the direction the dark coywolf had determined was perfect for her birthing—but the pale golden features of Reverie intercepted him momentarily—his eyes falling upon her slender and skittish form, and he slowed, dropping the meat to his paws before studying her openly. “Are you feeling better, Reverie?” He wasn’t sure what to make of the pretty girl—a wisp of a thing that somehow had caused a bit of a ruckus between two of his pack mates—somehow, he did not know a thing about her and yet their paths had crossed a couple of times now.