Swiftcurrent Creek Debut

She allows herself to settle into Reverie’s reassuring nuzzles.

“Of course it will be,” she smiles thinly for the golden mother’s sake. But she did not doubt it, either. The creek pack’s claim here was overwhelming, and if Arric was a standard of their strength, then really what force would a madwoman have against the might of the pack?

She exhales and grazes her cheek against the earth, observing the world from Blossom’s point of view. Stalks of grass grew as tall as ancient pines and beetles held court with a procession of worms. How blissfully wondrous was the little kingdom that existed only here in this patch of grass. And Blossom at their center, a golden queen.

“What type of girl are you, hm?” Her whisper asks the little pup, who seems to wobble in answer.

“I’ll bet you’re kind. And strong,” She looks up from the dirt into Reverie’s eyes. “Like your mama.”