Swiftcurrent Creek Writing letters addressed to the fire.

A pair of sparrows twittered above them, one swooping after the other - in disagreement, most likely. They sounded frustrated, though the white wolf's eyes did not follow the birds for long. He returned his focus to the silver-kissed Eshe, eager to know if her opinion had changed following the recent events that'd darkened Swiftcurrent's recent days. She announced that she planned to stay, and a warmth bloomed in his chest. Even if she was not able to conquer his brother's heart, Akavir deserved friends. He deserved loyalty.

He did not press for more. It was none of his business, really. Viinturuth was simply nosy when it came to those his brother was close to, and her words suggested he'd played a significant role in her having chosen to remain for the months that she had.

My mother was born here before us, he said, raising his pale muzzle to look out over the current of their territory's namesake. The land had meant more to Durnehviir than anyone else, though had proven important enough that her sons returned to it. She'd be delighted to learn that she had grandchildren there, surely, and Viinturuth wondered if there might be more to come. She loved this place. She'd be proud of Akavir and what he'd made here.