Swiftcurrent Creek close your eyes

East side of the Sleeping Guardians. Could work for any trades o: I'm going for Caretaker, Outrider and Warden or Warrior.

Shadow's words replayed in his mind. He'd spoken of responsibility and that Swiftcurrent Creek wasn't a place that he could just laze around, have a meal and stroll merrily on with his life. Elijah knew that from the start. He'd grown up in a pack – knew that he had to play his role and push his weight and a bit extra even. So he had been a touch annoyed, spoken to as if he were an ignorant pup that'd never been within pack life before. The male had every right to be cautious, he knew that.
If Eli was in Shadow's paws, he probably would have done the same. That was probably why it was so frustrating.
Eli pulled a pout on his lips. Dark tipped ears were flattened back as he marched forward, his nose leading him around the unfamiliar territory. The agouti tank of a wolf was trying to distract his mind away, and gradually, began to fixate on his new home. Ears flicked forward abruptly, head tilting as the ground started to fall. The Creek was ahead of him, with the same rocky dip repeating on the other side surrounded by lush trees. The slight morning breeze aided in giving him an excited shiver. He's never seen a place quite like this. Eli stood on the eastern rise, looking downwards at the steep slope in wonderment if it'd be safe to trek down.

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