Swiftcurrent Creek The roaring seas and many a dark range of mountains lie between us.

One ear flicked as he listened to the northerner. A small tip of his muzzle revealed he understood. “That happens more often than not,” he voiced, believing this to be true. For whatever reason it might be, it was hard to hold on to a pack through a lifetime—everything changed so quickly.

“I was born here,” he offered, suspecting the man did not want to linger on the topic of his lost home, nor garner sympathy. “Then it disbanded… and as the years past, I decided it was time to come back and reclaim.”

And hopefully, it would last.