Swiftcurrent Creek Mandolin

In the time he had spent tending to the children of Kvarshiem, he had come to wonder occasionally how the wolves of Swiftcurrent had recovered. The one tiny child had been brought to nurse temporarily with one of their own, accompanied by the girl, @Mae, whose dreams had troubled her. He watched his younger siblings grow in an environment which seemed peaceful and stable, but he couldn't help but feel as though it was time to check in on the other children he had tended to, as well. 

It wasn't often that Skáld ventured away from Kvarsheim, but he knew the route which would take him directly to Swiftcurrent Creek, and he felt certain that they would look kindly upon his visit. He brought with him a small clutch of flowers he had picked, as well as another small piece of quartz which rested within the cradle of his mouth, atop his tongue. 

By the time he reached the borders, the flowers had wilted some, but the little gemstone remained in tact- glistening, faintly purple in hue. He called out, his voice somewhat timid and trembling as he asked permission to visit.