Swiftcurrent Creek Nile

Viinturuth abandoned his hunt to respond to a summons from nearby, and upon his arrival he found that he hadn't been the only one. He first noted Akavir's sterling shoulders then, when he lifted his dark eyes, recognised the silver eyes of a tawny-pelted wolfess.

Young wolves lingered close to her, gangly things with oversized ears and loud mouths.

His belly flopped, but his stride did not falter. Viinturuth glanced among them, all four of them, and inhaled deep. They're mine, he mused, and anxiety threatened to mount; had she come in search of him, and what had she shared with his brother?

He lingered at Akavir's flank, a pale and silent shadow.