Swiftcurrent Creek goodbye to you

And so they left – the moments had flown past, and he felt a lump in his throat as he looked to Njal once more. The silver male had been the first wolf he had looked upon with respect within the Creek, and now, here he was, bidding him farewell. His eyes drifted to Tuwawi, and then to the little ones, none of them which he had gotten to know.

As they left, their figures fading to the distance of the Creek and to horizons beyond, he released a small sigh, knowing full well the heavy heart Bazi would carry with her now. With a crooning growl of comfort, the agouti male dipped his muzzle down to graze her cheek before he too turned, sweeping in the opposite direction their travelers had gone. The day needed to carry forward, as did the Creek.