Swiftcurrent Creek swing dancing

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Although Fox could still feel the bruises in her muscle, she did not let that stop her from moving about. She awoke to a cloudy sky, yawned, stretched, and shook her fur free of the sleep that clung to it. The small Epsilon had procured a small den near the creek so that she was always close to a water source. She made sure to stay out of any potential floodplain, of course.

Trotting a few paces away from her sanctuary, Fox squatted to relieve herself. (Morning pee was the best kind of pee.) Already feeling more awake, the yearling began her trip to the bank of the creek. Dried blood still stuck to her forehead, but she hadn't noticed it for a few days. Slowing down at the creek bank, the tawny wolf lowered her head and lapped up the clear and cold water.