Swiftcurrent Creek sätaron

Arric was always found at his borders. A constant guardian tempered with edge. He had not felt so jumpy in sometime. But Akavir had been gone too long and it smarted. Blue eyes fell on another across the river and he lifted head upwards. Nose twitching to try and drag their scent.

A bark of greeting
 Then he waited. Too many had been coming near. It made him wary
 But yet they needed bodies
 Needed wolves.