Swiftcurrent Creek We’re going to need a bigger boat

Morwenna’s voice trembled, the wretchedness of a howl clawing through the trees, sounding as raw and jagged as the sharp stones scattered along the creek. She knew too well the agony of loss, the hopeless hollowness that came with not knowing. Her eyes darted between the shadows of the forest, seeking any flicker of movement. She was relentless in her pursuit, tracking where the howl had come from.

Morwenna bounded through the treeline, snapping branches upon her entry with a huff. While she did not know the woman personally, she thought her name was Suzu. Without a word, Morwenna pressed her muzzle to the she-wolf’s shoulder, offering a single, fierce nod. A raw understanding that any mother would recognize.

One look to Akavir—a silent plea in her gaze— one to the mahogany male who looked just as frightened as any of them. Morwenna's gaze flickered to the wailing rapids, the beat of its violent drum ringing in her ears. A pup surviving the current? Stay positive.

She awaited for any information that the mother could provide, side-stepping to give her room to breathe. I will help, she wanted to say, but the words were caught in her throat.