Swiftcurrent Creek And I know you don't know, but I need you to be brave.

Rysk had been trying to fish in one of the streams all afternoon and he had failed miserably. He wasn't one to  give up soon, no - and despite the ache in his legs, he tried again and again. When he heard Durnehviir's call though, he didn't waste a moment - secretly glad that he could leave fishing for what it was. 

When he arrived, he saw Durnehviir and her pups and some of his pack-mates had gathered around her. Several who he did not recognize at all and some who he had seen around Swiftcurrent, but whose names he didn't know. His eyes searched for a certain grim she-wolf - but she wasn't there. A little disappointed by this, he sat down on his haunches and focused his attention on his alphess.