Swiftcurrent Creek wild inside

Maybe he would’ve ended up back this way of his own volition, though it was presently an injury that forced his hand. Limping and weary, the yearling bit his lip as he finally reached the borders of Swiftcurrent Creek. He slouched to a halt to catch his breath, nose twitching as he sifted for any trace of @Etienne’s scent. His heart skipped a beat when he caught it.

He thought of howling but continued chewing his lip, eyes drifting over the bare treetops. Winter was nearly here. He had survived one on his own before and he could do it again, supposing he could beat this infection. But Cambria could feel his determination flagging as he pictured Etienne’s face in his mind’s eye, easily crowding out any thoughts of the Redtails at all.