Swiftcurrent Creek 'Cause I told you my level of concern

He allowed the youthful wolf to recover—the answer he given remaining vague in many ways. Still—he wasn’t about to pry into the other’s business… at least not yet. “You’re a survivor, then,” he concluded, sweeping to recline, gaze still held with scrutiny on the other. Soon, the autumn leaves would erupt in the same fiery hues.

And then, the world would turn white.

“Akavir, of Swiftcurrent Creek,” he introduced.