Swiftcurrent Creek Riverbend

no worries! the timeline is a bit off in my previous post, but fox is actually pretty beat up right now due to her spats with jinx and chakra.

He did not speak, and neither did she. Instead, Fox simply allowed herself to become familiar with his shape. Her silent pack-mate did not have a bright coat like she did, nor was he particularly lithe like herself. Instead, he was built like a fallen log. Sturdy and strong. Unmoving, even. Not only was his shape different, but his size made her feel quite dwarfed. Fox was not intimidated by him. But she still could not quite place the sensation that buzzed strangely in her stomach. It was unlike anything she had felt before, and it was... unsettling. It would have amused her to know that he had thought the same word.

Sensing that he was relaxed enough, the red Nu stepped toward him gingerly, her nose taking in short breaths as she gathered his scent. The smell of somebody was far more interesting than their appearance, no matter who it was. At least he did not smell like that foul stink-wolf. In fact, Fox found that his scent was... light, sweet. She flattened her ears, unable to comprehend herself. When she furrowed her brow, she could feel the dried blood on her scalp shift. That fiery-eyed female had gotten her good.