Swiftcurrent Creek My Weakness Is

She supervised as he collected the moss and gathered it on shore. He’d gotten enough of it to make his bed, and she nodded approvingly as she examined the pile.

He shook himself dry, and some of the droplets hit her. Her head shot up, and she frowned. Hey! she exclaimed with a laugh, wiping the water from her face with her forearm. Watch it! It's going to take me hours to fix my fur if it gets wet! A pause. And I'm not a princess!