Swiftcurrent Creek 1 Corinthians 13:4

Joints popped and crunched as the young male outstretched his limbs, tail swaying behind him as he gradually began to shake himself off. The young wolf's brown and grey fur fluffing almost as he straightened his posture to a stand, amber eyes peering around at his surroundings as his ears arched at the constant sound of flowing water that seemed to dominate this land.

A loud yawn escaped widened jaws, the brute shortly giving himself another shake as he attempted to fully awaken himself from his rest. Pink tongue revealed itself from out of his mouth as he slowly licked at his muzzle; finding himself somewhat parched. With this, his amber eyes glanced toward the running river as he decided to stroll towards the waters edge for a drink. Allowing the cold, refreshing liquid to slide down his throat as he lapped at the watery mass, the brute cocked his head as he couldn't help but smell a familiar scent lingering in the wind.

Shoulders rolled casually as the male decided to make a move in the direction of the scent, paws carrying the young male carefully, but swiftly across the rocky terrain as he followed his nose. As he ventured onward, the shallow breeze allowed Sylvas the knowledge that there wasn't just one, but two wolves somewhere up ahead and with this, Sylvas only quickened his pace.