Swiftcurrent Creek You were moving in, now you're moving on.

While Akavir attempted a smile as he turned to regard his brother's approach, there was a hollowness to his eyes. A sorrow that Viinturuth recognised lurked within their gilded depths; his tail ceased its merry wave on noticing how worn-out his littermate appeared.

He hoped his news would lift his spirits, however: I found Lilitu.

A smile, triumphant, graced the pallid ranger's muzzle. In the valley where she was born. She wants to see you, Akavir. His lips tugged upward in an urging smile, hopeful.