Swiftcurrent Creek dreaming through the thunder

When Etienne presented the bone, Juniper snatched the opportunity to pounce on it. She laid down, slung one paw over the long end, and began the gnaw at the ball joint.

Yet, even as she chewed her blue eyes never left Etienne as he explained. Juniper found she enjoyed listening to the unique cadence of his accent.

“They weren’t from here?” she asked, “Where did they come from?” Her whole life was like a little terrarium – contained to Swiftcurrent. So to imagine a great big world was fascinating to the young adolescent.