Swiftcurrent Creek I'd sacrifice my soul for yours

Jace stood on a hill overlooking the creek his long lithe limbs putting him higher than most. The sun gave a dazzling view behind his head as sunrise came and the dawn splashed his pelt with golden colors of warmth and radiance. The black glossiness of his pelt was heightened with the sun. Blue eyes looked over the land that he now called home and he smiled softly at the fact that he felt a bit of a sense of belonging.

He took a minute to look over his wounded shoulder giving it a swift sniff. Making sure the Yarrow was holding well and the wound was healing. He was about to run ,but he wanted to keep his wound clean and at least healing for now. He tilted his head again and took another moment to watch the majesty that unfolded in front of him as the sun peaked over the water and the rocks.