Swiftcurrent Creek Writing letters addressed to the fire.

She matched his stride as he eased his, content to set a leisurely pace and make an effort to learn more of this cheerful spirit who'd joined up with the wolves of Swiftcurrent. Eshe spoke of her own efforts to branch out and live a life on the road, though her experience had given her little satisfaction. Only a short time had passed since she found herself among the ranks of a pack once more, though it was a curious thing to hear that she still seemed to be "waiting out the storm". Viinturuth quirked a pale ear, assuming that she spoke of one within herself.

Definitely an acquired taste, he chuckled softly, understanding in his tone as he spoke of his own choices. He'd flitted from place to place for several years, settling only briefly - never long enough to be missed. He liked it that way. Viinturuth had never been a wolf to share too much of himself.

He flicked a small stone from his route, watched it bounce across the dirt until it vanished among long grass. Do you think you'll wander again? Viinturuth asked, shooting the wolfess a sideways glance. He felt that he already knew the answer. Or do you intend to stay?