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

Viinturuth’s words were playfully sly—a glimpse of the littermate he knew so well. His mouth quirked—no matter the time and distance the two had between one another as they grew, they always found one another in the end, picking up exactly where they left off.

“I was just surprised at how old you look now,” he returned, his smirk widening as he began to close the distance between them. Champagne eyes studied deep burgundy—his brows lifting. “Where’ve you been spending your time these days?”