Swiftcurrent Creek yiron

Etienne appeared--the harsh stare he delivered the she-wolf at their border would rival the oncoming winter frost itself. And where they might be? He had a feeling Etienne would have spoke this already--but it begged to be known.

Their two impromptu visitors were collecting their gift. Akavir's ears slid back at the mention of the sickness, his own eyes hardening now. It took one of ours, too, he informed her. But that was all he would mention.

His Lilitu.

The gathering is across the mountains and toward a glen in a place called Great Bear Wilderness. From what I know, a lot of wolves will be there. It was an invitation event--but who's to say a lone wolf or two won't just happen upon it? He doubted any would bat an eye at the mother and son duo.

With that, he turned his muzzle to Etienne, his voice lowering. Come find me later when you have a chance? With that, the man scooped up the empty carcass of the porcupine. He would clean the quills from it later. First, he needed to find Arlette.