Swiftcurrent Creek following the map that leads to you

Once more, the cinnamon wolf stole forward to spend a few moments with the pups. They were at a tender age he enjoyed thoroughly – and, each time he did pay a visit, the Alpha soon realized how much he wouldn’t mind having his own.

This time around he had no gifts to bring. He knew his visit would be short, but wanted to stop by even for those stolen moments. As his creamy paws loped closer, his bright aqua eyes would catch upon a flash of grey. Trajan was at the entrance, and a small grin pressed to Scimitar’s lips as he watched the youth. Soon, they would all be running circles around him, and it would take every ounce of his energy to keep up with them.

Ushering a low woof to announce his presence to the boy, the cinnamon wolf allowed his large figure to fall to the ground, scooching forward along the snow. With lifted wolfish brows, the Alpha waited for his playmate to either come closer, or scamper back to the shadows of the den – somehow, given the bravado Paarthurnax’s children had, he felt the boy would choose the first option.