Swiftcurrent Creek what seemed so blue in the sunlight

As always Arric had been up bright and early. So with energy born from being up with the sun he headed towards a howl. A thin rangey fellow stood there waiting. An air of waiting and yet he smellwd familiar. He had called for Eshe, and Arric should have let her or Akavir answer, but he was closer. 

Blue eyed gaze took him in. Sharp and assessing. A muzzle down in greeting.

Hello. You've approached Swiftcurrent.