Swiftcurrent Creek I am not a legend, I'm a fraud

The wind, for once, had led Kaiaka somewhere intriguing. She had wandered so far across the lands of Teekon that everything had begun to blur together, no place had stood out, and no soul had piqued her interest. Though she cherished solitude, a part of her longed for change.

As she drifted along the borders of Swiftcurrent, something caught her attention. It was quiet, too quiet. The scent markers were fresh, but they belonged to a lone wolf. Kaiaka usually avoided pack lands, yet something about this place drew her in.

It didn’t take long before she spotted the wolf who’d been marking the territory. She halted, eyes sharp with curiosity.

Hail, she called out, her voice steady, devoid of threat.