Swiftcurrent Creek People Talking Without Speaking

Paws of ebony, stepped upon the grass and near the river. The wind ruffling the fur of obsidian with red undertones. Sky Blue eyes looked up and up, eyeing the sky as the sun rose and splashed it's colors along the white clouds. White rim around one eyes, showing up gentle against the darkness of his fur.

Arric took one step and then another, gentle breathing in the cool morning air. Dipping nose down, down to the river he took a deep draw and then another. Eyes lowered for a moment in gentle repose as he drank deeply. He had not seen any wolves here, though he smelled one prominent. @Akavir . 

He had just assumed that it was a loner around and about, but there was a scent of cloying bitterness that hung to the edges of the creatures scent. As if he was leaking his life blood, but not all at once. And herbs mixed in to the scent.