Swiftcurrent Creek and it's all because of you

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smoke lifted his head when she called out, eyes settling on her through the trees. big, yes — but not crowding. he stepped once into clearer view and dropped the ground squirrel at his feet, the soft thud landing between them like a peace line.

his gaze flicked to the otter, then back to the woman. one corner of his mouth tugged.

nah, he said, voice low, easy. don’t wanna offend your friend there.

a beat.

mighta’ killed its cousin, he added, nodding at the squirrel.

he stayed where he was after that — shoulders loose, posture open enough...

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