Swiftcurrent Creek days turn and yet,

it's morning, and the sun shines weakly through a mass of clouds. drizzle seems destined, though she'd determined to leave the den, at least for a time. she'd asked @Aditya to watch the pups, and oddly enough found it intensely difficult to separate herself from them. still, her throat was dry as bone and so she made her way to the river, the odd birdcall sounding through the canopy. 

when her thirst was sated, she called for @Kavik - perhaps he knew already, though she felt an audience was necessary yet. she was exhausted still, aching, and occasionally she bled in ways she told herself were meaningless. still, she was content.