Swiftcurrent Creek divinity's mirror

Snatches all your threads

Lestan was not the only wolf of Swiftcurrent Creek who lived haunted by the sound of his own sorrows. A fiery figure along the creek banks sought solace in the cold touch of the water. Panacea dipped his paws into it first, then his muzzle, then his face all the way up to the ears, and for a moment the water drowned out the child's cries ringing in his ears and he felt peaceful, he felt —

Someone is coming.

The little wolf tore himself from the water, scrambling back away from the creek even as he sought the source of those running footsteps. A stranger in dark furs; someone he'd never seen before. Pathetically he pawed the water out of his eyes to better gawp at the stranger.