The welsh prince missed the sea so much it hurt, he missed the calm waves that crashed against the shores, that soothed him and made him forget his problems but he also missed the churning waters that crashed against the beach, flinging sprays of salt water into his face and often, the welsh wolves stood by the shore, watching the sea with fascination as it churned and stirred and rolled around. Just as the elders of his pack use to say: “Mae'r môr yn hardd ond yn beryglus ar yr un pryd. Mae rhai bleiddiaid fel ni yn dysgu i werthfawrogi a chariad y ddwy ochr, ond mae eraill, ond yn gweld yr ochr peryglus ac yn aml yn ofni ac yn casáu yr union beth sy'n ein bwydo."
Swiftcurrent Creek was a nice place but it would never be able to replace the hole in his heart that only the sea could fill besides he felt as if he wouldn't stay at the Creek for long. There was tension in the air, it had began to fade but he felt it nonetheless even if he couldn't actually see it or know what it was. If he had known that the Roman had been here before he was banished, he would have left without a second thought. Not because he didn't like it here or wasn't loyal, he was actually loyal and kinda liked it here but because loyalty and brotherly love to the Roman overruled the pack that he had only joined for a week?
Today he left the Creek behind him, eager to do some exploring. Steady paws led him up onto a ridge where a scent touched his nostrils. It was a wolf from Swiftcurrent Creek but one he had not met yet. Quietly he approached and spoke in his soft and calm voice “helô" before remembering, sighing and switching to english. "Hello, you must be from Swiftcurrent Creek." he spoke in his lightly accented voice.