Swiftcurrent Creek la neta

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Time was running faster than he appreciated—the many directions he needed to be, and yet his main priority, he knew with great guilt, should be in the den with his trio of children. Still, for now he had asked a surprised @Swordfish to watch them for the moment—slipping away to ensure the creek had not caught fire in the most recent drama.

Oh, but it had—not figuratively, but he stared at the bloody mess of where the carcass of what had once been a baby coyote. His frown darkened—his teeth baring slightly as the scent of the Swamp Witch clung still to the area. It left him uneasy. Enough so that he was eager to return quickly to his children, and made a sharp, veering turn along the borders.

But it was Silvertongue he found first, his pace slowing—his eyes hollow as he studied her, missing the usual passion he felt when in her presence. “Hey,” he offered, pausing. “C’mon,” he offered, turning, moving further into the land and toward Jakoul’s den, not waiting to see if she would take up his invitation.