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

Viinturuth's howl tapered, and he straightened with a forward sweep of his lobes to listen. No voice cane in response. He heard only the sounds of nature all around him: songbirds calling to know another, the hum of crickets in the long grass, the distant rush of fast-flowing water. He wondered if perhaps Akavir had took himself for an outing beyond Swiftcurrent's borders.

His brother was swift to appear, however, and the pale ranger lifted his chin to look upon him. He recalled vividly how they'd found one another in the rain two years prior, how the darker of the duo had been broken by grief. He'd done all he could to support him through the darkness yet a shadow of it lingered quietly in Akavir, and Viinturuth swore saw it in the champagne hue of his littermate's eyes as he stared right back.

Don't look so thrilled to see me, the pale wolf quipped, a corner of his maw tugging upward in a smirk to accompany the merry sway of his tail.