Swiftcurrent Creek played-a-live

Nearly a week later, Druid couldn’t stop dwelling on the conversation with @Viinturuth. She spent more and more time patrolling the borders, even as she wondered: should they move elsewhere, perhaps even temporarily? Somewhere where @Glaukos couldn’t find them? Maybe they could go “vacation” on @Heda’s island?

But she felt the same way she’d felt all those years ago, after the raid: she refused to be chased from her home. Druid would not leave Rivenwood. In lieu of uprooting her pack, she decided to disembark on another venture today. She sought Swiftcurrent Creek and, specifically, the white wolf who’d visited her borders. Had Viinturuth found and dealt with Glaukos?

It took some time to track down the pack’s location, especially after taking a wrong turn to the north. She backtracked and finally caught the scent of wolves just past Duck Lake. It had rained during much of her journey but the sun peeked out now, glinting off a distant ribbon of water that must be the pack’s namesake creek.

Long before she came close to it, Druid announced her imminent arrival by way of a howl. She hoped the heads up would allow someone to meet her at the borders.