Swiftcurrent Creek leviathan

Investigating the pack's borders! Please intercept him. Tagging @Constantine and @Durnehviir but don't feel like you have to reply if you're busy! :>

Tulimaq had made some sort of deal with Merrit of Easthollow, and his word was his bond. He knew he would return to the pack of the standing stones; the lessons would continue, and he would build the boy's trust. Even though he had been turned away at the borders by the beta-girl, Tulimaq was not dismayed. He withdrew for a day or so; his path touring north, then west, as he decided to investigate the river that he'd found ages ago — today, the fog was not so thick, and there was no one to bother him.

First he found his way to the bend in the river where he'd first met the mountain of a man, Greyback. A few cursory sniffs and overturned rocks later, and Tulimaq was content that the man's scent had been worn away. He was curious about what lay further along, and away he went. The water smelled fresh and sharp. When he chose to pause and take a drink it was much colder than anticipated, but it was not surprise that caught within Tulimaq - it was nostalgia.

He found himself missing the winterland, where his people roamed. He became lost in the memory of a particular hunt, and the daydream stuck with him as he went along.