Swiftcurrent Creek but the days are cruel and mean

Briefly, she bumped a shoulder to his hip. Then they would begin as two.

Marked borders, she learned the boundaries better. She admired the creek. The land here offered plenty for how few settled upon it.

A finer place could not exist for her to stumble upon.

Her ears became tall, bat-like as he spoke again. Words of warning and a question that offered a small flash of teeth, warm.

Fight. Good fighter. Her tail swayed behind her for a moment before she marked a tree.

Sneak too. Watch guard.

She could do these things for him.