Swiftcurrent Creek back to the old house

open to all swiftcurrent wolves !!

Frederick was wandering through the camp. Memorized locations were still foggy in his mind, even after the tour with Lestan, so he was familiarising himself. Stopping at the prey cache, before moving on and trudging towards what he assumed to be the healer's den due to the plant-y scents. He paused for a moment, before smelling the air once more and continuing to look around.

He didn't seem lost by any means, more like he was checking up on everything, though the wonder in his eyes seemed to convey otherwise. Plenty of wolf-smell here, all with their own individual scents and such. Back at home, everything was the same. He had many uncles and a few aunts, yes, but they never differed in scent. This was a new experience for him.

Eventually, he'd find the shade of a tree and settle himself below it, nosing at his pelt for a moment. He watched over the clearing, eyes naturally squinted, stoic, almost as if he were brooding. But, no, that was just his face.

He'd met Lestan, Etienne and Arric. He wondered who he'd stumble upon next.