Swiftcurrent Creek It's just movement

Would super appreciate it if yall could let @Akavir post first but after that, free for all <3

Swiftcurrent Creek: where it all began. The thread of his life started and ended here, this quiet creek tucked into a quiet valley in the middle of Fuckall, Nowhere. AKA The Teekon Wilds. Zephyr stalked along the border in a disgruntled and distinctly feline manner, criticizing his birth home in his thoughts with a scathing affection reserved only for childhood. Funny, how nostalgia couldn't quite sweeten the bitterness of old anger, a feeling left out to cool over years so that the heat was lost, and now all that remained was something thick and sticky and bound indelibly. If it sounded gross, it was because it felt gross. It felt like being dirty in a way that would never come clean.
So maybe he should have turned away then, but he didn't. Ever a willful creature, the ice wraith planted himself at the unfamiliar border and howled. He wanted to see who lived here, who had dared to come stake their claim on this haunted ground. It wasn't that he wanted it for himself, or even that he felt any particular way about the presence of others. It was only that he needed to see it for himself, to make it real; the faces of strangers in his childhood home. Zephyr found he couldn't quite picture it.