Swiftcurrent Creek Here, I'll forgive my thoughts now.

When the itch to roam returned, Viinturuth resisted.

He'd made a promise to himself to try this time, to leave that rogue lifestyle behind him and make an effort in embracing existence as a pack wolf. It was difficult to settle after spending so long on the road with no one to consider but himself.

The silver-kissed ranger instead took himself trailing along the territory's Eastern edge, trailing the length of his frame long rocks and trees to refresh the scent of Swiftcurrent's claim.