Swiftcurrent Creek and it's all because of you

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smoke listened as she laid it all out, paths and borders and caches, the den-to-be waiting on her body to catch up. he didn’t interrupt. just nodded once, slow, solid.

yeah, he said. i can help with all that.

no hesitation. no questions. he didn’t mention seasons or timing or what the land might argue back — just stood there broad and ready, already picturing the work in his head.

point me where you want me, smoke added, voice easy. we’ll get it done.

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