Swiftcurrent Creek permanently fossilized

From the opposite direction, River and her twin-son @Creek rounded out a patrol. The teenager traveled jauntily at her side, while the mother prowled along at the leisurely pace of a Terminator. Some guardian. You aren’t even watching where you’re going, she accused the merry boy.

“Yeah huh!” he rebutted intelligently.

Then who’s that?

“Who’s wh—oh!” The pair drew up to a stop, watching tensely as a packmate accosted an outsider. “What do we do, Mom?” Creek stage-whispered, glancing uncertainly towards River.

You back up your packmate. Always.

River led her son forward, coming to flank the earthen compatriot of Swiftcurrent as he faced the pale stranger. While her young son looked on anxiously from behind her shoulder, she fixed the interloper with a basilisk’s stare. And the medusa might have recognized him as her half-brother, if the two had not been years separated at this point, their only potential interaction marred by the death of their shared father.