Swiftcurrent Creek winter solstice

The chill in the air was only a prelude of what was to come. Snow feathered the creek, and Akavir studied it with a light frown—the bow of the trees as snow draped upon the pines, the frost along the rocks. He had grown up here, but somehow, he couldn’t recall much of winter here.

The moon hung high in the afternoon sky—the reminder that night came more swiftly now, and darkness would be upon them in only hours. Still, the ebony wolf roved forward, continuing his marking of a border that housed three wolves—knowing soon, they might need to recruit more heavily.