Swiftcurrent Creek avra kedavra

The wolf that greeted him looked a lot like Mother, and he wondered if his watery eyes were playing tricks on him. After all, the man shimmered as if in mirage, and he blinked profusely, then looked back toward the den. 

Then back to the man.

A double-take or two later, he took a tentative step toward this shadowy doppelganger, a tiny whine caught in his throat. He supposed this was friend, not foe, though there was no way to be completely sure.

His curiosity would outweigh his trepidation—as it would for the rest of his life.

Another step, then another, and soon, he found himself at Akavir's proffered paw, and began to nose at it gently, wondering at the myriad scents found within.