Swiftcurrent Creek You packed your bags full of letting go.

Viinturuth was hot on the rogue's trail, stretching into a smooth gallop when the younger wolf attempted to flee. This was what he'd wanted: to intimidate, to shoo the lurking stranger far enough from Swiftcurrent land to satisfy that those who dwelled there would not tolerate the encroaching of outsiders.

They did not get far, however. The unknown male skidded to a sudden halt and swung around to face him, seemingly braced for impact. Viinturuth also slammed on the breaks, claws seeking purchase in the damp earth, and his wild burgundy eyes were quick to seek the unfamiliar shade of the pleading interloper.

Is that so? Viinturuth rumbled his displeasure at the situation, though allowed pause for explanation. His brother appeared and moved in alongside him, a presence that soothed some of the tension along his spine where pallid guard hairs stood on end. His gaze never once strayed from the chimera, however, and his brow furrowed in frustration.