Swiftcurrent Creek played-a-live

Ashen, in more ways than one. It was the only way he was able to describe the somber creature before him—Viinturuth’s song having summoned him from a different direction on their borders. The white man had come and gone many times over the weeks—as per Akavir’s request to find the man who had attacked them.

As such—the man closed the distance toward them, emerging on the opposite end Viinturuth had been upon his howl. Pale eyes swept over them both—the conversation he came upon drawing only an arched brow for a moment as he stepped closer, tail lashing the air once. “What wasn’t her fault?”

His voice was a low rumble for a moment—his patience tested over again by visitors the past moon, and thus, he leveled a stare between them both before lingering upon the bi-toned stranger.