Emberwood Still Alive

Hirundo did not know how the young wolf could be so confident. Still, looking at his scars, it seemed he was more than capable of defending himself. The same injuries would’ve probably ended him.

At least somewhat reassured, Hirundo’s posture eased.

Wandering, same as you, Hirundo said lightly. His own pack’s violent dispersal was a story he did not know how to tell, even if he had wanted to. Well, until recently. Now I live by Swiftcurrent Creek.

Nice enough place. Definitely don’t go swimming there, though. I hear the river’s cursed, Hirundo continued matter-of-factly. Nevermind that he’d first heard that from his own mouth.