Swiftcurrent Creek But in a much more real sense, I had no idea what to do.

He repeated her name, and she wanted to credit the man for his recall when he continued. Akav— Dad—

She needed no other introduction.

PAPA!! she exclaimed, and splashed however far she needed along the swift-running stream. Whatever the distance, she crossed it and nuzzled her father along his—so scarred—visage, pressing her nose into his ruff to take in his scent, heedless of his reaction.

How long had it been?! They'd just missed each other after Ibis's death; she regretted that often.

Now, here they were.

Oh, Papa, Lilitu replied, pulling back, and burst into tears. Her eyes raked along the wounds upon his face. What's happened? Are you alone? Or with this pack, here?

Do you know where Arielle is?

A question that, perhaps, could wait.