Swiftcurrent Creek A Visit

Any creek folk interested in intercepting her? @Reverie for your reference

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With a stomach in knots she prowls to the Creek edge. The freelands recede and in the year of her roaming, here was the closest she’d come to another wolf’s claim. Thick odor serves as a persistent reminder of that.

There is hesitation, and in a shallow puddle of snowmelt she catches her scrawny reflection. Feebly she smooths at tufts of wiry undercoat with a hind leg. Gifts dangle by their tails between her teeth. Muskrat. The sour tang was an acquired taste, but Tauris had heard pregnancy gave odd cravings to expecting mothers, so maybe Reverie would like it. A rat for her, and a second to share with her Creek. Though, as a part of the rodent family, one could not be too sure how others would classify an offering of rat. And in truth, it was the only thing she’d manage to catch that morning.

The rats are placed before her paws, she shivers and glances back overshoulder. Her nerve was sinking. It is not too late to turnaround.