Swiftcurrent Creek On melancholy hill

Rysk had been sitting near the water for a while now - watching how the quick current distorted the image of the rocks below. The pack had grown bigger lately and he had wanted to socialize, but for some reason, he kept thinking about his brother and the more he thought about him, the angrier he got. And let's be honest, he would just piss everyone off with his moodiness. 

But somehow, this place had grown on him and he wanted to put more effort in making Swiftcurrent Creek his home. Therefore he had gone out to one of the streams, hoping to find someone there.