Swiftcurrent Creek rattling your ground

The humidity had cleared after the thunderstorm before—his thoughts strayed to the silver woman who nestled within the abandoned den of his cousin, wondering if she was considering staying. Her easy going nature had been a nice change compared to the dreary drama that seemed to encompass the creek—so he found it hard to believe such a beacon of light would wish to stay amongst the shadows. 

He loped toward the creek—having promised his kids later he would take them to it if the waters were shallow enough and the current less… but from a quick glance afar, after such a rainstorm, it didn’t seem promising. 

That was when a swift form of quicksilver darted by—champagne eyes following her slim figure and at first mistaking for @Silvertongue—feeling that heated pull the Riverclan woman had on him instantly. 

Only when he quickened his steps and drew nearer did he realize his mistake—and then concern flared in him. Eshe, hey, he called out, eyes sweeping back to ensure she wasn’t being chased. Hold on, you okay?