Swiftcurrent Creek Riverbend

Fox flinched when he moved toward her, but she did not make an effort to get away from him. She could feel his breath upon her skull, where the battle scars were still healing. It comforted her, and at the same time, it made her anxious. Still, she did not move, nor did she speak.

As quickly as he had stepped toward her, he was away from her again, and she gasped. But it was nothing more than him looking her over, and she watched him with a mix of uneasiness and calmness. Fox could not explain it. The feelings continued to feel foreign and strange, but she did not know what to say or do. None of her injuries were severe enough to require any special medical attention. The bruises and scratches would heal in time, and she had all the time in the world.

Gingerly, she took another step toward the silent stranger (pack-mate or not, he was still a stranger). This time, she tested her boundaries further, allowing her nose to touch his shoulder.