Swiftcurrent Creek never lonely, just alone

It'd been several days since Viinturuth's return to Swiftcurrent, and in the quiet periods of time when he was alone he felt restless. It was not often that the white wolf lasted for the blood of another, but he craved justice for Mae. It bothered him a great deal that her attacker was still out there, unpunished.

He knew Akavir wanted to plan, but he was anxious that the beast would vanish from the valley where he allegedly stayed.

A stranger called from the borders and the ranger veered in their direction, purpose in his quickened stride. When he arrived he regarded Arlette quietly, then rose his dark gaze to look upon the unfamiliar she-wolf with interest. A healer, you say? Viinturuth parroted, for Arlette's was skill set was a valuable one - and he felt they might have need of an additional set of caring paws in the near future.