Swiftcurrent Creek It's such an arbitrary line that we dance

The rain came—stirring his gaze up to the sky, contemplative in that moment. It was better than snow—at least for now. The creek wasn’t yet ready to welcome the harsher winter months, and now, with another litter aside from the Beta’s to feed, he wanted to ensure they were well within their means this year.

Absently, he continued forward—the gentle autumn breeze indicating to him Panacea long before he saw the other—though the vibrant pelt of the Nu was hard to miss. Soon, he would blend in with the foliage of autumn—and then, stick out like a sore thumb in the bleak of the winter.

There was something defeated about one of their newest members, though—the hunch of body—the use of a tree for strength. A frown warred on his features before becoming implacable to read once more as he drifted forward. “You okay?”