Swiftcurrent Creek beckoning of the heart · claim thread

Fox had only just traveled this way from the north. She had heard something about packs cropping up in this area, so she'd decided to check it out. Besides, winter was a shit time to be alone, so here she was. She had been following a funny little creek for about five minutes. There were soggy wetlands on either side, and with the warmer temperatures today, they'd softened to a sticky muck of cold mess. Still, it was better than trying to wade in the creek, so she kept on keeping on, following it south.

It wasn't until she heard the call of somebody that she stopped in her tracks, ears perked forward and eyes widened (as if that would somehow help her understand the sound better). But it was not just one lonely soul reaching out. No, it was several. Or at least two others. After a second joined in, it was always difficult for her to tell how many were singing at once. And wasn't that the beauty of it all? The togetherness, the feeling of being one with so many others.

Without even really thinking about it, Fox soon found her own voice joining the others while she stood on the outskirts of this newly-formed unit. Hell, if it was a terrible place, it was just as easy to move on to something different.