Swiftcurrent Creek sweeper

There was a certain innocence that practically oozed out of the youthful girl’s pores, and for a stricken moment, Akavir wondered if living in a place like the creek would break her of such a spirit.

After all—trouble and despair seemed to linger over their heads like the worst cartoon raincloud—what would happen if she got caught up in their storm?

Still—he pushed the thought aside—the hope that someone as bubby as the girl before him would not only thrive with them, but act as a breath of fresh air to them. With a dip of acquiescence, the man began a tour for her—already feeling slightly protective of the exuberant butterfly-like she-wolf.