Swiftcurrent Creek out of his heart will flow rivers of living water

The beta spent most of his time within the creek's borders, carrying out his duties and spending time by the side of shimmering water - days would go by peacefully, and still his gaze would linger, tracing each curve of a miniscule wave. He kept to himself for the most part, but when invited to converse he would let himself stray closer, offering greetings to the wolves he passed and gifting smiles when necessary; it felt odd, at least to him, but he allowed it. With time, Soltero was sure, he'd get better at all the interaction of a functioning pack - and hopefully, Ruenna would aid him.

She often swayed into his thoughts.

The traveller slowed his steps, chiselled figure coming to a halt and breaths pooling into the frigid sky; for a while he simply watched, concealed by the undergrowth that was surviving winter's chill. He watched as the rabbit startled and buzzed past his position with a flick of hind legs - he watched as the unfamiliar eyes peered in his direction (following the prey's trail?), and only then did he push through, voice gruff but not aggressive. "Can I help you?" The Valento had heard no summoning call... perhaps this stranger was only here to linger, but a burst of protectiveness flooded his chest at such a thought, and he resisted the urge to narrow his gaze.