Swiftcurrent Creek parallax view

Amekaze accepted with a nod, and the warden welcomed her company with a brief sweep of his tail. He waited as she spoke, drifting closer but not too close, and then began to wander. His strides were short and heavy while her own seemed more fluid, without so much burdensome noise. There was little doubt in his mind that she was still adjusting to life here, what with the strong scent of Fox upon her pelt - it was so fresh, she must have only been around here for a day, perhaps less. Her body was still adapted to life as a rogue wolf, but she would grow out of it. He hoped that the stealth with which she moved would remain, though. A silent wish that was not shared.

"You have been here long, yes?"

"Yes. Since the pack's inception," He commented while falling in to an easy, somewhat lazy, stride. Around them the meadows and fields of the territory rolled out, a sprawl of spring green that was peppered with the occasional flower patch. Tiny weeds with white petals, a few mismatched bits of flora that he could not identify but readily avoided with his paw, even a few groves of trees. They passed the area he was marking and moved north, towards the wetlands. "We assembled beneath a wolf named Lethe, but she passed on after a few months," her death had left a mark upon the first recruits, and they had worked through it. Njal did not give specifics. "And then Fox took over. You have met her?"