Swiftcurrent Creek and the place you need to reach

He followed his mother quietly, large alabaster ears pricked forward keenly to drink deep any information she provided. When they paused to examine a trail that the Alphess found, Viinturuth moved in close to hover his snout curiously over the cloven prints on the damp earth. Just as the russet adult began to explain her findings, an unfamiliar voice rose from their territory borders.

Durnehviir rushed toward the source, and the pallid boy was quick at her heels. His dark gaze settled on the sterling stranger as they drew nearer, and obeyed his dam by easing his stride to remain at her flank. It was there he waited in silence, twitching a whisker at the scent of smoke and ash that clung to the outsider's fur - a reminder of the dulled aroma that had tainted the infant his mother had brought home some days before.