Swiftcurrent Creek I am with you.

She was a she-wolf of very few words, offering minimal information in response to his questions. Viinturuth blinked, quietly considering the bluntness of her answers; he assumed, wrongly, that she was not particularly pleased by his loitering. He did not care much for the opinions of strangers, however, and the gruffness of this ashen-pelted guardian failed to ruffle his feathers.

The ghost shifted his weight. Viinturuth, he offered simply in return, and lifted his gaze to glance over her crown to briefly search for his brother's dark figure against the frozen backdrop. He willed him to quicken his stride.