Swiftcurrent Creek and the meaning is oh so clear

*cracks knuckles, gets back into child mode*

Mae's presence was barely noted; he was still filled with a sense of awe and voyeurism at the thing. But when she reached out to examine the skull with her snout, he whipped his head around, not noticing that she'd already turned to face him.

No. Don't touch, he snapped, anger bubbling within him (and why?!).

Jakub took a deep, hissing inhale and took a step back, cocking his head to regard the thing with solemn golden gaze.

It's special.

That much was obvious. But why?