Swiftcurrent Creek Frostfall

Hunger had motivated young Nicodem from his den and into the open air of the creek. His gaze shifted in search of a familiar shape, perhaps Akavir’s. The dark young wolf had grown accustomed to the pack leader’s presence. He was far better company than the surly wolf who watched them - Shardik. 

Plodding forward on large paws, Nicodem huffed into the air. His nose sought a scent trail that he picked up near his feet. On confident steps, he ventured forth.