Swiftcurrent Creek Our heart's a mess but it's our only defense to brave the wilderness

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The world was free and ever so wild. The gales blew and snow blistered the landscaped and he loved it. Thrived on it. Today was a good day, so he roamed solely for a bit, letting @Miriam tend to her own desires for a short while. 

He followed the creek down the mountain, wondering where it eventually ran. Perhaps there was a lake nestled in the trees, but he couldn't see an opening in the skeletal canopy. It also vaguely smelt like a pack was close, so he'd be careful to treat those he met with good spirits. 

Komal reached his destination: a small pool at the base of the mountain creek where the ice was broken. He drank his fill then cast his gaze about. To his surprise, there were the faintest footprints in the snow, tracing along. Dragging. A small, weak thing had passed. He followed them the best he could, using his nose to reveal foreign scents and the unmistakeable blood. 

Soon, he found the creature. Spindly, frail fame that wasn't really wolf curled up in the mountain wall. He chuffed, moving closer. He held no fear for the...female. He could smell it now, the milk that kindled long-forgotten memories he shut down quickly. He nudged her with his nose, breathing warmth on her. 
The faint breath, the patter of a heartbeat.

He curled himself around her, licking her fur like she were a pup. "Don't die." He quietly murmured, unsure if she'd comprehend his words. She looked weird, but it was probably starvation that made her so.