Whitebark Stream Send away for a priceless gift.

The silver she-wolf did not need his concern, yet he felt it for her anyway. He regarded her quietly with a kindness to his burgundy stare as she assured him that any threat that might come her way would be dealt with. He wanted to ask how, but could see that she was somewhat reserved. To question the intricacies of how she guarded her family would be an insult.

He twitched a pallid lobe, certain then that he should be on his way. Viinturuth remained rooted, however, wanting very much to provide her with his name and location should she require it. He wondered if he were to do so, she might feel obliged to give something of herself.

My name is Viinturuth, he decided to offer, for it felt like the right thing to do - even if she did not want the information, I come from the creeklands, West of here.