Swiftcurrent Creek Writing letters addressed to the fire.

He carried on smoothly, knowing exactly what he was looking for: a natural bend on the river where the shore was less rugged than the more rugged riverside. He recalled the silt deposited there over years of erosion through the land, and it'd allowed an opportunity for a much younger Viinturuth and his siblings to play when Summer's dry weather and warmer climate allowed. The current did not flow so swiftly there, allowing Durnehviir to observe with peace of mind while her brood frolicked in the shallows.

The ranger did not make it so far, however, for a call had him sweep a white ear sideways in its direction. Viinturuth's pale muzzle quickly followed and he noted the sterling she-wolf's approach with curiosity, dark eyes lingering on the bouquet of lavender she held firm between her jaws.

The healer from the borders, he remembered. He turned to regard her with warmth in the sweep of his tail.