Swiftcurrent Creek Silence like a cancer grows

The early morning sun rose and washed it's colors across the creek and all it's grassy plains. Arric rose with it and trotted the borders with intent. He marked where he needed and scratched where he needed. 

Long lean black legs took up the ground and his mind was free to travel untethered. He touched on his worry of the pack lands not having enough food. Of all the she wolves having pups and how many of them were Akavir's. It wasn't an issue. It was just how many would call him uncle and would Akavir be okay. He had not seemed to want more kids unless there was an attachment of sorts and now. Well now.

The sunlight dappled his red kissed fur and curled around his ears. Blue eyes bright in his head as he looked upwards and watched the birds fly from place to place. He took a deep breath and another and then slowly began to stretch and move. Following the movements that were like second nature. Then meditation and he would end it all with a quick dip in the river.

He would pull himself from it, fur plastered to his body. White scars crisscrossing along his sides and throat and stomach. Testament that he had not lived an easy life as he often portrayed.