Sawtooth Spire Bridges

You gonna use this thread for anything? Aside from discovering the place. ;) Also HI. 8)

Given recent events, Kapvik thought it wise to stay put. The pack needed consonance now more than ever. The wolverine was not going to be a chink in the armor. Not to say Tyrannus had been weak, just caught off guard. Shaking those ruinous thoughts from his head, he moved on. Days have passed since then. In unlit separation Kapvik languished. Wretched was he in hours long since passed. Pain has not  dulled in Arverk's absence, aged wounds ripping open to hemorrhage anew. Like they never healed, never scarred.
INDENTAnother day passed and he pushed them aside. Rubbish. How easily depression hollows, how quickly emotion saps. There was work to be done. They could ill-afford one of their own tending to themselves, selfishly seeking respite when there is none to be had.
INDENTKapvik patrolled, tracked (unsuccessfully), and prodded some of their caches throughout the day. While policing the borders, he came across some worthwhile footnotes: two wolves have since joined their ranks. A female and a male. One was unknown to him while the other was familiar. He pursued that scent to fill the void Arverk and Tyrranus have left behind. But this task he did not actively wish to follow up on – fatigued by meaningless exchanges. Kapvik left Aariak's trail to peruse the plant life here, heedful of the waterway. It was loud. Annoyingly so. A solitary plant dared to grow near the rushing waters. It's pastel pink cup-shaped flowers charmed him. Kapvik gazed upon the pretty plant from afar, fearful of the thundery rapids.