Swiftcurrent Creek the peanut butter conspiracy

forward dated to like....the 12th?

Perhaps she should have taken some counsel before she scurried off to invite everyone to a massive party.

Clambering over the mountains was difficult enough the first time, but the return trip was hellish. When she wasn't freezing, she was burning with exertion; she was hungry and thirsty yet too tired to do either, when she stopped to rest. The blackbird managed to get herself to Swiftcurrent Creek panting and quaking, sitting a few paces away from the border with a small groan.

At least the valley was kinder terrain. Once she had regained her breath, she called for the leaders of the pack--and, as an afterthought, the woman she had met the other day. . .Aria, the gamma. It would be nice to see her again. Summons thus given, she was silent, stifling a yawn and shifting her weight. If she stayed still for too long, she was afraid she'd fall asleep where she sat.