Swiftcurrent Creek And curiosity

Ugh—not the mint! Although Eshe was relieved that Cygnet had grabbed something non-toxic, mint was usually in high demand during the colder months. She took a shaky, deep breath, thinking of Arric and trying desperately to get her flaring nerves under control.

Breathe in … she wanted to scream; her mind raced, … and breathe out.

And then, a eureka moment: she didn’t have to do anything about this. The child was safe with a mouthful of mint, and there was very little she could do not to make any pursuit into a game. Cygnet was bubbly and giggly; there was very little she could do to shake it. So, instead of racing after, she sat, watching as the young wolf raced around with a mouthful of herbs. If Eshe were lucky, Cygnet would keep running and find somebody else to harass.