Swiftcurrent Creek spools

she's looking for @Mae but aw!

larders teemed with gleaming fish, and she had dug a new cache beside the stream for frogs alone. when she did not hunt the waters, muskrat foraged the birch forests, learning the weeds, the flowers, the creeping vines. she caught birds here and there as her legs grew stronger, and today she put it to the test for a run along the creek.

it hurt to start, but once her gait had smoothed, muskrat reluctantly slowed her pace a little. the wind was in her teeth, her eyes; she heard the hum of insects and sighed out a harsh, loud sound of pleasure to be on the move again.

her eyes searched as she went for the shadow from that first failed raid.