Swiftcurrent Creek You packed your bags full of letting go.

with no real reason to be here, ancelin was. he'd been hunting rabbits a good ways from the creek, but their stupid brains took him further and further into the drifts between, until he had to skid hard to avoid touching a boundary line.
the bobbing white tail proclaimed the boy's spate of bad luck. he swore and kicked the snow, then turned and stalked away, shoulders tight as he headed off from the creek, hoping no one had seen that massive fuckup.