Swiftcurrent Creek oooh, it's too real!

it was nearly spring--though with the snow, it certainly didn't feel like it--and they'd been settled here for a couple of moons now. well past time for aditya, ambassador that he was, to pay a visit to their allies to the south, as well as meet the leader of indra's bearclaw valley pack. with a goodbye to dawn and an assurance he'd be back soon, he headed south, skirting the marshes and stopping for a rest near the creek where he'd met allure.

he lowered his muzzle, taking a long but cautious drink. he was careful to keep his footing. true to its name, swiftcurrent could pull a wolf under without hesitation, and he did not feel like yet another battle with the water in his short life. a small, muffled snort caught his attention, and he looked up to see a boar in the near distance.

cocking his head with interest, adi peered at the creature, though keeping a wary eye on its tusks. it was then that he noticed the boy, his green eyes also locked on the boar. he wasn't considering taking it on, surely? but he saw the tell-tale glaze of hunger in that gaze, and knew that hunger drove one to do crazy things.

giving the pig a wide berth, aditya gave a low chuff of greeting, sidling up to the boy but keeping a respectful distance. his nostrils flared; he smelled of the caldera, much to aditya's surprise. what was he doing so far from home? he couldn't be any older than dauntless, though he knew dauntless and his littermates were more than capable of fending for themselves. was the war over? had he defected?

"hey, there," adi said softly, giving the lad a smile and waiting for him to speak.