Swiftcurrent Creek Amazon

You tell me, River prompted her drowsy son. Get sniffing. She wasn’t the type to handhold—and now more than ever it was important to hone their independence. Socializing was equally as important at this stage, but that was slow-going, which was to be expected of her feral brood. Better get used to rising before the sun, Stamp. Short for One-Wolf Stampede, a nickname he’d earned early on. This is when the good prey gets going.