Swiftcurrent Creek And my scars remind me

Hey, he returned the dark wolf's greeting and eased to a halt close by, his pallid tail easing to hang limp at his strong hocks. In large part, he expected some might be eager to keep a close eye on him - curious to note if he might receive preferential treatment because he was the Alpha's brother. Viinturuth had expectation of such and no intention of rocking the boat in Swiftcurrent's ranks. He was content to fit himself in wherever he might belong.

He lifted his muzzle, dark eyes searching gently; Arric looked tired, and the pale ranger wondered if he'd exhausted himself much in the same manner as Alavir. I'm Viinturuth, he offered, you must be Arric?