Swiftcurrent Creek Foolish Cold

The abrupt ending to their relaxing period had failed to startle Saber, though he was reluctant to watch it come to a close so soon. The Frostfur too, had climbed to his fours, and shook his limp fur, returning the sandy and warm pelt back to its luscious life.

"Good call. If a trespasser had sneaked through our borders, Scim will have my head. I do hope,.."
A tail swish, and a light yet soft smile waltzed her way,
"I do hope I see you again, soon."

The Del Monte mix turned as agile as a pivoting panther, and within minutes, vanished back into the trees, from whence he came, leading back to the river, and in his way to have a gossip fest with his brother, Scimitar.