Swiftcurrent Creek let the water wash away your sins

Arric slung through the fresh snow. Body honed for the jobs it was to do. Long limbs, lean body. Meditation and constantly walking the borders. He had learned their claim so well, he knew when almost anything was amiss. On one such night he heard a lowly sound and shifted towards it.

Blue eyes stark in the darkness that surrounded them all, prominently posed by the white ring around the one. A dark wolf caught his attention and he shifted closer to the borders and watched it with a small amount of distrust. 

It was one thing to come upon them in the daylight hours another to come when it was as dark as it was. 

What are you doing? he asked of it. Eyes sharp and intelligent in his face. Watching. Wary.