Swiftcurrent Creek You Don't Tug on Superman's Cape; You Don't Spit Into the Wind

His trip along the northern border had been a dull one, but he did not once complain. He listened dutifully to what his mother had to say, nodded along in silent acceptance of what was to be expected of he and his siblings as they came of age to have more responsibility among the pack, but she bored him with it all. Durnehviir could tell, after a time, and Viinturuth accepted her dismissal without question.


He ventured deeper into Swiftcurrent territory in search of Akavir, Akatosh or Talos - but found no sign of his litter-mates at the densite. Sniffing at the ground, it was his sister's scent that he found freshest, and pursued her through the foliage. Eventually he caught up to her, and he loped toward her with a mischievous sway of his ivory tail.

Growling playfully, Viinturuth moved in to close the distance between them to press his pale shoulder heavily against her own obsidian, jaws parted to nip at her tufted cheek. In attempt to dodge her in the likely event that she'd clack her teeth in his direction, the gangly youth swung away and rumbled a soft encouragement to chase him.

Peering over a shoulder, his grin dissipated at the emptiness of Talos' expression. "What's up?" Viinturuth asked, confusion and concern on his features.