Swiftcurrent Creek witch hunt

At the voice of his friend, the shadowrunner glanced up, a huff offered in return at first. “Oh, I did… But she’s small and squirmy. She ran further east instead of taking my advice to leave the valley. Toward the grove, likely,” he surmised, his features darkened.

With that, he stepped into the rushing creek, allowing the grime and blood to soak off—hopefully cleansing the wound to avoid infection. “We need to act fast. Call the pack together—we should try to send someone to Kvarsheim and Riverclan and give them a heads up on this woman… And then we need to send out a hunting party.”

She wouldn’t leave willingly. And so they would have to force the issue.