Swiftcurrent Creek pipestone

The past few weeks had found her acquainting herself with both the territory and its inhabitants. Ever the social butterfly – and, if she had to be honest, fiending a little for some low stakes gossip – Pukei had the goal of meeting every single member of the pack, though some where harder than others to catch a spare moment with.

One such member was a woman she thought she had caught glimpses of, but had yet to meet directly. Her scent wasn't as ingrained within the territory as Akavir's or the Betas, so Pukei assumed she was of similar rank or newness to herself.

She followed a lone trail to the outskirts of the Creek, away from the river that cut through its middle. There she finally found the owner of the scent; a small, scrappy looking thing seeming to be lost in thought. Pukei observed the other from a few paces away, wondering if she should interrupt or leave her in peace, before a frog suddenly leapt out of a nearby bush and decided for her.

With a loud yelp of surprise, the girl stumbled back as the critter landed in front of her.