Swiftcurrent Creek It's just movement

A dark wolf answered his call, a man who seemed almost... familiar. But Zephyr had never met him, he was certain of that. He dipped his head, but the gesture was perfunctory. Welcome; no, Zephyr did not feel welcome here. He wasn't certain he wanted to, but something kept him rooted in place.
I was born here, He said, without preamble, as if commenting on the weather. My father led the pack. I buried my mother next to the creek. I thought I would never come back. It didn't matter what the man said; Zephyr wasn't looking for answers. He just wanted someone to know. It didn't feel right, that they should live here without knowing.