Swiftcurrent Creek and it's all because of you

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smoke dipped his head, the corner of his mouth twitching at her tone. he scooped the squirrel up again and fell in beside her without fuss, broad stride easy to match.

yeah, he said, simple. i can stick.

his gaze slid over the creek, the trees, the places a pair of extra hands—or teeth—might be useful. needed t'get back to workin', he added, voice rough but easy. i’m better when i’m helpin’ out.

then he kept pace at her side, ready to be put to work, shadow and muscle waiting for direction.

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