The four of them sat together on the turtle rock, their feet dangling lazily in the cool creek water below. The current swirled gently around their ankles, a pleasant sensation in the afternoon warmth. The sun was high overhead now, beaming down and warming their skin with that perfect kind of heat that wasn't too much, just comfortable and drowsy.
Liora had just finished telling them a story about the time she'd tried to climb the tallest pine tree behind the pack square. She'd made it nearly to the top before realizing she had no idea how to get back down, and ended up stuck there for a full hour before someone finally noticed her yelling for help. The way she told it, with dramatic gestures and exaggerated expressions, made it sound both terrifying and hilarious.
