Daitan Creek a a small stream of water running calmly through the Calix packlands. It holds some trout, bringing a few foxes new the water occationally. On the banks, tall trees tower over it, blocking out most of the wind. It has an earie, omnious feeling to it, even to some who reside with the pack. Sometimes, when some poor fool dares to walk in the creek, one of the Calix are lying in ambush along the banks..
