Swiftcurrent Creek No one suspects at all

He was surprised she even agreed—but then it also seemed as if she were going through the motions. Appeasing the adult who bothered her now, perhaps.

Whatever it was she hid from him, he made no comment on it. Had he thought it a danger to her, or others, he might of—glimpses of the glittering molten-colored object didn’t inspire him to die on that particular hill in a battle to see what it was.

Those battles were left when he had to ensure hers or others safety—and sometimes, manners.

He shifted his weight at her question, muzzle tilting up as he tested the air with his nose. “Whatever you feel like doing. You tell me.”