Swiftcurrent Creek dreamer

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Pukei surveyed the small garden she had cultivated with a beaming smile. If she were human, she would have stepped back and proudly rested both hands on her hips. Arlette, of course, had a far larger store of herbs already but the girl figured there was no harm in establishing a backup garden just in case.

Weeks had passed since, but The Incident in the birthing den lived in her mind rent-free. It had also prompted Pukei to get serious about helping contribute to the pack. She couldn't hunt, she couldn't fight, but she at least knew a thing or two about plants.

So she had set to work with single-minded determination. All the while, she had been blissfully – or perhaps naively – unaware of the turmoil that many of her fellow Swiftcurrent Creek members were currently going through.

That did not mean she was completely unaware of recent happenings, however. Three new scents had been added to the collective pack-scent that permeated the Creek, with one in particular piquing her interest. Yet every time she began following the unmistakeable smell of milk, Pukei found herself turning back, Arlette's fearsome red eyes and snapping jaws replaying in her mind.