Swiftcurrent Creek copper thunder

There was something about the tiny temptress that lured him—inexplicably, inexorably. After some time and thought, he left the mountain (who would miss him anyway?) and followed the trail toward the creek. Her scent was stronger nearing the borders; she was here.

She had returned. To his father. Maybe.

As he stood just shy of the boundary, he noticed a slim agouti figure in the distance, questing as if after game. Hex lifted his muzzle just slightly and called for her, tail flagging behind him in barely-repressed excitement and anticipation.

He wanted the raider. Perhaps she would not follow him back—but he would try, at least.