Swiftcurrent Creek where the wild things go

As his creamy paws turned browner with each swipe of the earth, an ear flickered in recognition as a voice rumbled in to the silence. A sardonic snort escaped his nostrils at the title tagged on to it, and with a gentle cast of his muzzle over his shoulder; his cool eyes regarded the familiar form of his peppered brother. “I could get used to you calling me that,” he decided with a rumbling tease, his eyes drifting back once more to the task at hand.

He did not slow his pace, though his muscles seemed to relax. “How do you find the Creek so far, little brother?” It was a vague question – the tensions that were likely about to erupt given Paarthurnax’s presence here was likely to sweep away any first impression that had been made on the younger man.. but still, the cinnamon male was happy to have his siblings with him.