Swiftcurrent Creek Tidal

The silver she-wolf failed to recognise their visitor as anyone involved in Swiftcurrent's recent altercation, yet Viinturuth continued to regard her with quiet suspicion. He wondered where she came from and how she'd gotten on such a poor state. She claimed a cat had been responsible for her wound, but the pale ranger couldn't shake that feeling of doubt.

Perhaps she'd caused trouble, somewhere. Perhaps she was running from someone.

He remained on guard as the one Akavir named as Eshe stepped forward to regard the outsider with a medic's eye. Viinturuth made to exchange a glance with his ebony littermate that communicated: is this a good idea?