Swiftcurrent Creek Tooth and claw

Good thought, Arric.

Nicodem clutched his antler in his teeth and turned to follow after the man who charted their course. He kept up as best as he could, trotting on shorter legs to maintain Arric's speed. It wasn't long before the waters spread out, glinting in the light of the sun.

Placing his antler gingerly near the base of the tree, Nicodem turned and hurried back to the edge of the water. His eyes were bright and sharp. He watched the dark man's confident posture and shuffled his paws so that he could mimic it.