Swiftcurrent Creek This ain't nothin' new to me

Arric had risen with the dawn. Since his bout of insanity on the borders of Sapphique and his absolutely disgust in himself. He had been pushing himself hard. Running, meditating. His lack of fat, was even more so now. His athleticism pushing at the forefront of his physical figure.

It was on a trip back from both his run and his meditation that he came upon Moss, steadfast and loyal. Constantly at their borders. She was a wolf that found profound pride in her duty and her pack and he liked that about her.

He also knew though she was not one for words. So without a word, he stepped into path with her and began to help mark the borders. The silence comfortable, not awkward. If she wished to speak she could. Otherwise he was more than willing to work in silence.