Swiftcurrent Creek And I can't help you fix yourself

Something had disturbed the brush nearby. Arric saw as birds flew up. He didn't scent any interlopers so he largely ignored it. Figuring it was one of his pack mates or perhaps a weasel.

A small white and grey furred beastie came from within the nrush and stared at him. It was clear she wasn't happy to see him evident hy the dead pan expression and the twitchy tail. And yet a silver lining, a second chance even maybe.

She lifted her head showcasing a dead bird, its head gone. He saw what she was doing but ignored it mostly at least mak8ng it appear bigger.

A amile lit up his blue eyes and he spoke.

Heya Cygnet. He almost called her cyg, but wasn't sure how she'd appreciate it.

Catch that large thing all by yourself? Look at you being awesome. Great catch. Youll make a fine hunter.

Pride lined his voice, because who wasn't proud and happy when littles learned.