Swiftcurrent Creek Halogens

Swordfish had expected only darkness to accompany him on his patrol. He preferred to sneak to the borders at night, to watch the foxes leap in the fields outside of the creek territory. There were few expectations when he marked the borders in the dark and fewer chances that he might have to put up with babysitting one of the young ones.

When the burly figure of Moss appeared, the yearling lifted his head and allowed curiosity to color his features. She was not a frequent sight during the late night hours. She usually kept to her peace and quiet, unless there was something urgent that needed her attention.

Moss, the young man drawled.