Swiftcurrent Creek unmake the wild light

An AW thread with Amekaze? AW YISS. I'm still crusty with my writing, so sorry 'bout that. I'm hoping to get back into the swing of things.

It was not easy, getting your bearings in such unacquainted terrain. All the same, Vehiron was devoted to learn of his surroundings. In his travels (while brief), he detected two packs that have already been established. He was a loner, yes, but he did not attempt in conjuring either of them. He knew where he belonged, and it was not amongst the Boneknapper nor the Captains (sadly). His heart, his soul, lied with another. While the Dragonwatchers or Neverwinter may have presented ample opportunity to ascend the ranks, Vehiron had no interest in positions of power. A leader could do nothing without the commitment of his followers...and it was safe to say his aspirations lie with those aligned with Tartok. Even if Tonravik did not desire his assistance, he would offer others the opportunity to live beneath her dominion.            So far, he has met no one worthy of the name of Tartok, but he was beginning to let them have the benefit of doubt. After all, he did not look savvy in the ways of battle, but he was. Among other things. He liked to think he had a clear head when it came to decrypting others. As fate would have it, his so-called mental caliber was about to be put to the test.            Swiftcurrent Creek was a geographical area to benefit from. The rushing currents were chancy, of course. Caution would have to be used if anyone was to take life from its waters. Vehiron knew this, even as he stood atop a semi-dry rock swatting and snapping at the speedy creatures beneath the rivers surface. That is until he spots movement out the corner of his vision. He stops and locks his sights on the achromatic canine, thinking it to be Tonravik. His nose told him otherwise. Slowly, he made his way off of the rock and onto solid ground, his face, chest, and forearms dripping wet as he studied her. She had yet to grow into her own, but she was nearing sexual maturity. She seemed well, if not a little slim, as did he. Such was the hex of a lonely lifestyle. His dual-toned eyes caught the mark on her chest. Bright, fleshy pink, as though still healing. He overlooked it in favor of her eyes. A stony, reflective green, they were...Beautifully emphasizing her umbrageous countenance.            With the exit of the hawk came a wolf. A wolf who intrepidly looked into her, seeking purpose. What do you seek, and what will you do to get it?