Swiftcurrent Creek Wall

Winter’s Wake felt an overdose of satisfaction to see Lestan appear before him first. His tail arced in a rejoicing wag, though he might have slumped over entirely in his euphoric state, were it not for the business he must attend to. There was a dark figure in the near distance, following quickly in the Mayfair’s steps and well within view of them both.

Lestan Mayfair, he greeted, voice liquid as dripping honey. Though he would have liked to greet Lestan with more enthusiasm, he did not want to seem overly familiar with a wolf unrelated to him and belonging to another pack. His tail lowered to greet the magnificent raven monolith that joined them, and he dipped his muzzle in salutation. Arric, he repeated, as he often did when a name was given to him. I am Winter’s Wake.

He nudged the propped up rabbit towards the guardian. I hope you accept this peace offering, he explained. It is important in my culture to share blood with those I wish to treaty with. Would such a thing be scoffed at in these lands? I would have brought more, but I hope you understand. It is difficult to spare the meat as a lone hunter this time of year.

Though his attention remained largely on the dark titan Arric, he would look, every so often, with veiled interest towards the summerwolf Lestan.