Swiftcurrent Creek And my scars remind me

Viinturuth had returned from an unsuccessful hunt, made irritated that his prey had managed to evade him. It happened often - no predator could make a kill on every attempt - but considering the recent turmoil his brother had faced, the pale ranger had hoped to provide a decent meal for him.

On his approach to Swiftcurrent territory, he spotted a raven-pelted figure as he lowered to his haunches. He was taller than Akavir and void of the silver points that Viinturuth and his littermate shared. He felt safe to assume this wolf to be Arric, who he'd learned through brother to serve the pack as Beta.

Keen to acquaint himself with his new comrade, Viinturuth veered his way to greet him with a low sweep of his alabaster tail.