Otter Creek oh, how can this be? i’ve finally found peace

it's not often that wintersbane descends from sawtooth spire these days; ironic, how in his youth he could not stay at one place and now he must fight against the desire to become something resembling a homebody. this is easily excused away with the fact that wylla, a co-leader, has just given birth and his presence is needed tenfold as both a master warrior and leader. still, the tundrian forces himself to take the small trip all the same. their spire is self-sustaining and truly there was no need to make the descent at all but he tells himself it's for the purpose of keeping an eye upon the herds below. they had extra mouths to feed now, after all. expanding their hunting grounds didn't strike him as a bad idea.

steps slow as a figure comes into view, scents a mixture of several others. still, she is unfamiliar to him and when wintersbane's steps finally come to a complete stop — a more than safe distance away upon the banks of the creek — he offers her a low chuff of greeting.