Swiftcurrent Creek permanently fossilized

The stranger turned tail, and the two remaining adults loosened their postures, as young Creek looked on in burgeoning relief, still tense with the expectation that the interloper might return.

River bobbed her head to Lestan. He was a friendly sort, having also spoken to them at the gathering. The mother was not nearly so soft with her moods, but she played nice for now. River Sandraudiga, she offered simply.

A nudge to her boy who flinched and refocused for a moment. "I'm Creek," he offered, though his eyes continued to dart suspiciously towards the horizon.

He's not much of a fighter, either, River smirked. We're still working out a proper job for him. They were young, still, but she was determined to make them productive members of this pack, if nothing else.