Spotted Eagle Mountain Sad nights linger through the blackness of a hound.
Swiftcurrent Creek
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Viinturuth followed the creek upstream, made his way pointlessly into the mountains. He wasn't sure what the hell he was supposed to do with himself now that his plans in reaching out to his estranged family had gone to shit, but he felt a need to keep moving. Swiftcurrent seemed destined to remain a source of bitterness for him, a breeding ground of sour memories and lost cause.

Entirely alone, the white wolf roamed along the edge of a mountan lake and beyond, deeper into the range. He rather enjoyed the views from up there, the crisp mountain air that freshened his lungs and the chill of an open breeze through his dense pelage. He told himself he was content with his own company along the way, that he didn't need anyone else, until his dark eyes found the ashen frame of a stranger move among the rocks.

Ears pricked forward curiously, Viinturuth veered her way. He picked his way carefully across uneven terrain and emitted a soft wuff in attempt to attract her attention. Should she look his way, she would find him loping toward her with a lolling tongue and a cheerfully swinging tail, so eager he was to share her company.
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RE: Sad nights linger through the blackness of a hound. - by Viinturuth - May 17, 2020, 04:21 AM