Swiftcurrent Creek disappointed people clinging onto bottles

"Wait a minute ..." Eshe breathed as she crouched at Wren's side. "There's no way." She was slow to anger, especially regarding creatures with less intelligence, but this crossed the line. "That sonofagun!" She puffed out like a porcupine.

Realizing that Wren most likely didn't understand what was getting her all hot and bothered, she turned to her hunting partner. "It got into my fermented fruit," she explained with a huff, "I've been preparing a test batch, and I have no idea how it got to it. It was buried near my garden and wrapped in leaves ... it shouldn't have been able to." But that was neither here nor there. She lifted her and looked toward the scent trail, getting another noseful of the souring apple as she sniffed the air.

"It's probably drunk, so it'll be easy to catch."