Swiftcurrent Creek lost in space

The way the stranger moved - so close, with sharp and direct insistence - did not bother Larus as it perhaps should have. These behaviors were familiar in the same way the yearling's red pelt was familiar: as if from another life, one that made much more sense than the one he currently lived. Bade to follow the crimson boy to the borders, Larus merely nodded and hurried to comply. How strange this moment was! He should have been attacked, chased, but instead there was leniency. Perhaps it was the stranger's age that created this awkward exchange, but Larus was glad for it.

As they passed through the territory it became clear how he had missed the mark — having come down from the mountainside, he had no way of locating the borders to begin with until the pair of wolves had passed near to them. The scents were unfamiliar (making Larus feel a touch depressed but otherwise unaffected), but they were clearly marked and in the opposite direction from where he had been discovered. It was as if fate had pulled him here - perhaps to give him answers, or to reunite him with something - but he was left with more questions.

Thank you -- I am no threat, and I am glad you see that. It was a mistake. But still, there had to be a reason for it besides the whims of a lost boy. The riverside did not seem special, the terrain did not feel familiar in any regard, but that monument he had found — the bear — it resonated with him. Something about it made him want to linger and investigate.