Swiftcurrent Creek People Talking Without Speaking

Arric didn't hear the heavy sigh. But he did see the heaviness that clung to the other wolf like a blanket and he wondered at it. He was a bit like his father. His father had carried the whole world like a burden for most of his life, paired with the golden heart that beat in his chest. Arric was proud of where he came from, of who his father was.

A deep laugh bubbled from Arric's chest. Especially this time of year. Does it come from the mountain then?

He eyed the  mountains in the distance, wondering if this was where the water came from. Or if it was a ground source. He would have to have followed the creek for that, but winter was coming and he no longer had the luxury of time on his side.

He would need to find a place to settle for the winter and soon, whether it be on his own or with a roving band. Whatever, it may be, it was needed soon.