Swiftcurrent Creek You don't know how lucky you are

The rain may have soaked his body, but it did not dampen all that it touched. What truly drowned his spirit was his own helplessness - like Tuwawi, Njal felt a sense of doubt within himself. The grey sky mirrored the forlorn spirit within him, the heartbreak that marred his core. The loss of Bones had not been substantial to the pack as a whole for she was young, she had barely begun to blossom among their ranks - but it had been enough to douse their morale. Njal was affected only so much as he allowed himself to be, but that was beginning to affect his behavior as well. The man had taken to abandoning the den in the early morning - sometimes before the night could fall away entirely - and route along the border. On this day, with the sky weeping (perhaps for the sake of the Swiftcurrent wolves), he was loitering in the area that Bones was last seen.

There was blood here; soaked in to the root of the grass. Washed away by the rain, but still very much present. At least for the warden, who nosed through the soggy heaps of plant matter. Indentations in the field told him where bodies had fallen. The scent of the intruders was slowly sucked away by the wetness of springtime. Watching the horizon, Njal was caught off-guard when Tuwawi's scent suddenly overpowered the crisp air around him; he turned sharply, perusing his surroundings for signs of her, only to halt when his tired eyes took hold upon her slender self.

The mountain man began to stride towards her, although she had already covered much of the distance herself. Out of habit he reached to press his nose against her cheek - but he faltered when a sound broke the stillness behind him. The man turned again, bristling despite the manner in which his platinum body was slick and dripping. A bird within a nearby tree gave a sharp call as if to mock his jittery nerves, and took flight - careening in to the sky, where it became a speck. The mountain snorted as he returned to his vigil over Tuwawi, appearing grim and unkempt. He said nothing, and instead folded himself around her in a wolfish embrace.