Swiftcurrent Creek the man who sold the world

Her teething debacle was more or less a thing of the past. She'd shed her pointy little bay teeth, and her gums had finally forgiven the intrusion of the adult fangs. Still, she enjoyed chewing on things, and the riverbank was an excellent place for her to find a stick that had washed up, stripped of bark and smoothe to the touch. 

She caught Arlette's greeting, and lifted her ears, wondering who she was talking to. She caught the woman's inviting gaze, and moved forward tentatively with the stick still clutched in her mouth. 

She looked up to the man with a stark gaze. She felt very little for or against him- it was the one with the ring around his eye that offended her so much. She spotted the rabbit and the tine on the ground, but didn't immediately grab for them. Her hackles lifted slightly in apprehension. She wanted those things, but she didn't want to get scruffed for grabbing at things that weren't hers.