Whitebark Stream Hey, feeling good, like I should,

the rain was never-ending. germanicus did not like it, and he did not think whitebark was safe with the rising levels of the stream. meaning to seek out artyom, he stumbled upon the dark form of célnes, striding with purpose through the tree-stands. silently the guard moved to walk alongside her, unaware of the woman's intention.

"have you hunted today?" whatever misgivings he might have, she was packmate to the soldier, both in service of the flaxen, accented artyom. germanicus would then do his level best to make things equitable between them, if not for himself then for the sake of the pack in its entirety.