Swiftcurrent Creek Is there a line that we could just go cross?

He returned just with dusk's approach, and lifted his ears to the sound of evening birdsong. Starling twittered among themselves in the treetops above Viinturuth's head as he meandered along familiar roots, at ease in his stride to appreciate the familiar feeling of damp earth underfoot. The land of Swiftcurrent had always been rich and fertile, and all negativity that the pale wolf had once associated with the territory was lost to him. Life had moved on in recent years, and he wished only for the peace of having a place to make his own.

@Akavir thrived here, he assumed. It was evident in the strength of his markers, and he wondered if perhaps he'd found the will to carry on after Ibis. It'd been two long years since the dove had perished, and his brother had changed following that discovery.

He sent forth a low call for his most favoured sibling, eager to reunite once again.