Swiftcurrent Creek I bet it gets lonely in heaven

@Silvertongue and Akavir are hopefully coming home... Backdated to the 18thish

Weeks had turned into a season.

A simple recon mission had evolved into so much more—of snowstorms, of burned bridges and bitter disappointments. His eyes drifted to the ashen woman at his side—his breath hitching, all the same, as it always did when she was in his vicinity.

In one season, Akavir felt like the drain of life had finally grasped him in its clutches—and now standing upon the borders he had once marked and remained proud of, he felt…

An outsider, perhaps?

Changed in a way he could not describe—Mae leaving the haven he had left her in and coming home empty without her the final coffin within the man’s beating heart.

He was silent for a moment too long, perhaps—standing upon the edge of tumultuous emotion that could not be described—and thus—he tilted his head back—a cry for his home… beckoning @Arric or @Arlette to the borders.

Swiftcurrent Creek would not hold its earthy scents on his pelt any longer—what right did he have to stride over a border he had not guarded in months?