Swiftcurrent Creek chert

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slowly the swamp panther woman healed.

in the mornings she stretched beside the lake until her coat was sifted with the sandy soil of the bank. she could not allow herself to fall out of strength even while injured; her narrowed yellow eyes watched any passersby with all the intensity of a chained crocodile.

in the afternoons, muskrat lay upon an outcropping or stone and fished the waters, refusing to be kept still so long as she balanced her broken ankle in a steadfast manner.

and in the evenings, the warrior moved through a series of twisting movements, grunting gently with the anguish as she sought to preserve the limber body of a heralded fighter.