Swiftcurrent Creek Hear my words that I might teach you.

Eshe left her den for the first time since her acceptance into Swiftcurrent Creek. Although she was still in the midst of her heat, she was growing restless and felt the need to distract herself and walk off some of her pent up energy. She headed in the direction of the stream with a bundle of lavender in her mouth. Rhe water would mask some of her scent until she was able to deodorize, and then she would roll in the mud, and then roll in the flowers she carried. Her gait was slow—as though she was shouldering the weight of her thoughts.

She placed the bundle on the shore once she made it, and glanced around before stepping into the shallows. There was somebody nearby—whose scent she had smelled on several occasions—and she spotted him upstream dunking his head in the water. She was impressed by how long he was able to hold his breath, and she watched as her emerged and began to take deep and steady breaths.

He was attractive from what she could tell—his body strong, his fur lustorious, and although she looked at the back of his head, she was confident he was handsome as well.

"Stop," Eshe told herself as she turned her attention away from  Arrick and towards the bottom of the stream and began to shovel some mud.