Swiftcurrent Creek I am with you.

The she-wolf continued to look his way, blank, and he wondered what she might be thinking. There was a quiet tension that hung over them, an uncertainty; Viinturuth did not expect her to trust him by word alone. He and Akavir were so vastly different and it'd been a regular observation throughout his youth that their mother could not possibly have bore a child with furs as pale as his own.

She lowered her hindquarters to rest, but Viinturuth remained upright. He simply followed her movement with burgundy eyes, an alabaster ear twitching at her effort to engage him in conversation. He nodded briefly in response. Yes, was his confirmation, perhaps I will stay a while. There was no promise to be made, for there was no telling how he would come to feel in dwelling within territory where his demons had come to life. He made to divert, for how long have you lived here?