Swiftcurrent Creek survivor

His orbs glazed over his stubbed nails as the youthful creature spoke; her voice one of a natural speaker, however accented it was. The brute whose coloring was one of sun-bleached bones absorbed the information silently, adding it to the growing stockpile of his knowledge on Swiftcurrent. First the meeting with Falwasi, Scimitar, and Shadow where the grey-eyed beast had learned of Bazi's... discriminatory actions towards some of the pack. Now, Bones recalled her own biography in which facts about the past Swiftcurrent came to light.

When Dovev had first set foot in the Teekons the park was sparsely populated. The scent trails of wolves were few and far between, and his encounters with others often took place only when he sought them out. But now the population had boomed and many things had happened since then. Bones provided only a small window to whatever drama Dovev had the pleasure of missing out on.

Bones had finished speaking, her verdant jewels tracing back to his. Dovev contemplated the ebony and silver female's turbulent family. Her sorrow seemed to burn a tiny but persistent flame in the back of her irises. He could empathize her past to the best of his ability, calling on his experience to provide whatever consolation she needed.
Does this past still haunt you, then? he pried, willing to hear out this wolf's thoughts and citations on those she considered friends and family who had left or mistreated her.