Swiftcurrent Creek Precious Metals

The wolf had soaked in cold waters, basked in warm daylight and returned to the pack to tread along the borders where a trail had been worn. The scent of aspen and fresh water greeted her. Despite feeling weary, she settled into a slow walk along the borders where she had left off, resuming her patrol with no indication that anything had been awry.

She remained hormonal, but out of touch now with her body’s demands. Not only her skin had become numb, her urges had become quiet as well, and for that she was grateful.