Swiftcurrent Creek snowfall

Her question could have brought many answers - the one he chose to give was not a lie in any sense, but he did not go into heaps of detail about his task; mostly because he was pretty damn terrible at wording things... the shorter the sentence, the easier it was. "I was looking for Constantine." He replied, apple-green gaze flickering toward Aria before tracing the horizon and slowly deciding that he ought to elaborate on his... descriptive explanation. "The pack's been... uh... quiet recently. I just wanted to see if he had a plan for the future. Or if there was anything extra he'd like me to do."

Ordinarily, the ashen wanderer would not have offered his services, but this creek reminded him of his birthplace (which he did intend to visit one day), and he'd not be pleased to have it slip from beneath his paws. The smooth, rushing sounds of the water aided in soothing his nerves.