Swiftcurrent Creek Have you tried today's special?

Cygnet continued to smoothe out the short, dense fur of her forearms as she watched Arlette stand up. She hardly showed any reaction as words were spoken and understood, she simply continued to stare and clean her fur. For a moment, her gaze fell, as she set about tidying up one forepaw, as if it was of more importance than accepting or denying Arlette's invitation. All in good time- Cygnet liked things to be on her own schedule. 

Once she had worried a little thorn out of her pawpad, she stood up, and shook out her coat. Her little, stubbed tail waved and she woofed softly, gesturing with a blunt tilt of her nose for Arlette to lead the way. The creek intrigued her- dark and fast, the waters were cold and dangerous, mysterious.