Swiftcurrent Creek the dyslexic devil worshipper sold his soul to santa

Koji returned from his brief stint to the mountain with an appetite for seafood and neighborhood gossip, the former taking priority due to the constant grumbling of his stomach. So with a lick to his lips he set off for the waterways of his new home, eventually landing himself somewhere along the main riverbed near the edge of the territory. Here the current was slow, broken by sticks and rocks that had piled up over the years. 

It looked shallow enough to swim in, at least from where he was standing. But upon dipping a paw in the water to test the temperature, it became increasingly clear that the creek was in fact not shallow at all. Well that kind of sucked. He was no olympic swimmer and any prior experience he had with hunting in water had come from the stagnant pools of his home where currents didn’t threaten to kill him. Welp, so much for seafood.