Swiftcurrent Creek I'm first in the water

The bark of his father was a welcome sound, and Viinturuth's velvet ears sprung tall atop his crown. He swung toward the den's opening, tail flagging and swishing with the happy sway of his rump, before moving out to welcome their patriarch home.

His brothers saw fit to do likewise, and the three boys scrambled into the open together. The palest of them yipped merrily, making to lope through the grass with his tongue lolling, though found his chest colliding roughly with Akavir's rump. With an "oof!", the alabaster youngster shook his head and scrunched his nose in irritation, collecting himself before stepping up alongside his charcoal sibling.

Sensing the tension and uncertainty of the other children, Viinturuth's gaze found the crumpled form of a stranger. Akatosh was the first to reach out and test its scent though the hueless youth opted to remain rooted to the spot, his gaze locked on the broken body laid before them.