Swiftcurrent Creek my name in your mouth, that was all it took

For ten long days, he searched for any sign of a pup with fur like sunlight and stormy eyes. It was difficult, especially without a scent to track, but Cambria made a point to scour the ground @Etienne hadn’t yet covered. He didn’t find so much as a trace, not a single strand of golden hair.

He made his way to the creek’s borders with a limp rabbit in his jaws and a dejected look on his face. How he wished he could bring the healer better news—or any news at all. Cambria hung his head and dropped his kill, not bothering to straighten out until he’d steadied himself with a few deep breaths.

He’s here for Etienne but I’d love for him to meet some others from the creek!