Swiftcurrent Creek zig and zag

Having gotten back on her feet, Cyclone's mind wandered occasionally to the silvery black wolf she had met perhaps a month ago. They had unfortunately been interrupted from doing anything, but Cyclone had made a vague promise of coming back again. No details had been exchanged, but she had always intended to return. She hadn't gotten his name, but that hardly mattered. She had an appearance, and she figured somebody could point her in the right direction or call for him.

The Blackthorn lingered once again on the borders, making no move to go toward or away them, but sitting quietly a good distance away, alert for anybody who might be making the rounds.