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

There was a beat of silence, during which Viinturuth recognised a tremor of uncertainty. He thought back to the time when he'd found Akavir in the downpour, at his lowest point. It'd been terrible to see his brother so defeated, so broken, to learn how he'd lost everything. The white wolf blinked, dark eyes gentle on Akavir's face, and his ears splayed at the admission of "no".

Talk to me.