Swiftcurrent Creek Writing letters addressed to the fire.

That's right, he confirmed when the silver-furred healer made a good effort at voicing his unusual name. It was not the simplest to remember and he despised hearing it shortened on the tongues of those who did not know him, so he certainly appreciated Eshe's attempt.

She rambled on, awkward in her fumbling words, yet the pale wolf maintained his silence. Viinturuth had grown patient throughout the past year, and he listened intently for what it was his new pack-mate wished to express. His brother had no doubt filled her in on the finer details of who he was and why he was now among their ranks, and there was a beat of curiosity in Viinturuth.

Was this a corner of Akavir's square?

He offered a thin smile when at last she voiced her sentiment, and he found he too was glad to have found himself in her company that morning. Thank you, he said, it's nice to meet you too. Have you been here long?