Swiftcurrent Creek pipestone

muskrat's daily exercise and work had kept her limber. she tested a few steps on her leg, jaw tensing with the effort, and then rocked her weight back onto the other three limbs.

more time was necessary, though each passing moment had begun to feel like an eon to her. the creek did not feel imprisoning; it was only that muskrat's current inabilities had severely curtailed her access to the furthest reaches of the land she had dwelt in for several weeks.

as such, the creekworld remained unfamiliar. this hour she hunted frogs far from the center of the water camp, removed from voice and sound.

and here her mind found cloud singer, and her heart spoke loudly in the sudden silence.