Arrow Lake Turning Stones

When she'd arrived into her newest pack, Fox had been following a creek. Swiftcurrent Creek it was called. She had been following it coming from the east and heading west. So it only made sense that she would keep on following it eventually. So off she went, skipping out of her new home and up, up, up the mountain. It wasn't easy, of course, but it did help that she weighed a measly sixty-five pounds. Her petite form was an advantage more times than it was not, and the few times that it wasn't, she was able to bend things around to her own liking in the end.

Fox had come to the mouth of a lake. Or rather, the source of her creek. Whichever it was, she'd found it, and she squinted at it with curiosity. Lightly, she pawed at the water. It was incredibly cold, and she didn't dare take a dip, but she did stop for a drink at the shore, her pink tongue slipping out to lap up the clear water. After she'd stopped for a few minutes, a clambering crumbling sound had her attention. It wasn't too far off, and being the curious girl she was, Fox immediately took off toward it, stepping lightly along the shores of her newfound lake (yes, she did believe that everything belonged to her).

"Take a tumble, did ya?" she asked once she spotted the source of the commotion. Fox could see the dust and grime all over the stranger, and smirked at the sight of it. "I s’pose not everybody is as spry as us little ones." Although it wasn't clear who "us" was, considering Fox was the only small one around.