Swiftcurrent Creek No one Dared, Disturb the sound of silence

Home sweet home. 
It hadn't been long after re-entry of Swiftcurrent's borders when she'd felt the rumble of footsteps, and the pungent smell of reinforcement. It was not Akavir, but Arric. 
Thank Christ. She was saved from that embarrassment; for now. 
Coming upon him from the side, she weaves through a patch of bramble and chuffs a casual greeting in hopes of flagging him down. Perhaps talking to someone would do her some good. Oh, hey,  she lowers her head, one ear awkwardly bent to the side. I don't suppose you missed having me around. She gestures a paw to the darkened patch of tree bark. I see you're... busy.