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

Fade for a more current thread?

Little did the pale wolf know just how much the shadow runner understood this. His wife dead—daughters astray from one another, assuming both alive and not just the one. Distantly, he stared to the direction of the mountains, a frown pulling itself upon his facade. The Empire had lived there—had that been the beginning of their ruin, or the moment he had thought pulling his family from their home had been for their safety and benefit?

“You can. You will,” he decided, deciding the northerner’s advice was sound in this moment. “There’s always tomorrow,” he agreed, and with a nod of his muzzle in quiet camaraderie, he invited the man to continue a patrol with him, drawn to the comfortable silence that fell over them.