Swiftcurrent Creek Indigo

Despite the attempt at a subtle call she seems spooked by his sudden appearance—perhaps, so engrossed with the creek waters she had not heard him nor scented him prior. Her own voice mingles with the peepers—the draw of her slender frame and the widening of her eyes—did he intimidate her?

Given their recent breeches and battles it wouldn’t be the worst impression left to another. There was something in the way she held herself that contradicted that thought for him—a bird ready to take flight, was what she reminded him of.

And for some reason he wasn’t ready to watch her fly away just yet.

Instead, he slowly reclined to his haunches—the shift of the wind teasing at his nose—he could swear the hint of the desert….

But they did not come to their valley. And so further—he stretched down closer to the creek, a paw dangling closer to the edge of the waters, the shock of the cold reminding him that it was but only spring, still.

“I’m not here to disturb your refreshments,” he offered her, pale eyes drifting from her reluctantly, to study the rushing waters.