Swiftcurrent Creek And do our talking with a laser beam

Mae was quick to reclaim her own place at Swiftcurrent Creek's borders; a guardian to the end, just as her father and her uncle had taught her. The time away had done her some good, she thought; even so, she'd missed the creek terribly. The constant sound of the water nearby was soothing. It guided her at times through the territory, though more often she relied on the familiar paths laid by her father.

No matter how many times she left, this would always be her place. Mae brushed her flank aggressively along the trees as she walked the borders, determined that the whole world should know it if they stumbled across this place. But really, she hoped they would stay away altogether.