Swiftcurrent Creek Writing letters addressed to the fire.

Maybe @Eshe or @Wren ?

He shook out his grey-white pelt, and made his way through the forest toward the creek. Viinturuth was drawn to the sound of its rushing waters - as familiar to him then as they had been five years earlier. So long ago had he been a whelp at his mother's ankles, trailing her through the shrubs and along the rugged riverbank, yet he remembered it so vividly.

Pausing to take in the frothing current, the pale ranger inhaled deep. The Summer air was crisp that morning, yet the sky above was cloudless. He wondered how hot the midday sun would be as it rose, and figured he'd find somewhere sheltered to wait out the hottest hours of the day.

Later. For now, though, with the dawn's chill, he was content to roam.