Swiftcurrent Creek Frostfall

Nicodem was wide-eyed as she explained that fish liked colorful things. He hadn’t considered this. Though the bugs that fluttered above the surface of the water did gleam with a curious shiny color. Perhaps this was what made them ideal fish prey. 

Raspberries were familiar, he felt. Nico scrunched his features thoughtfully. He turned his snout toward the well-worn path where he had seen the bright red she referenced. 

Nico nudged her leg, hoping to lead them to their berry treasure.