Swiftcurrent Creek I've been awake in every state line.

Viinturuth turned his muzzle in the direction of another's approach, knowing it would be Akavir. He saw the champagne glint of the dark Alpha's eyes in the waning evening light, and rumbled a low greeting as he drew closer. A fond nip was aimed at the silvered furs of his brother's neck, though it seemed there was news to share.

His ears pricked forward, attentive, and his burgundy gaze darkened somewhat as a frown tugged at the corners of his maw. Tell me more, the ranger requested, eager to know if the rogue has met his fate - or if he would need to prepare for his own involvement in that.