Swiftcurrent Creek I've been awake in every state line.

Viinturuth moved quietly in the night, swivelling a pallid lobe to the noises of the forest around him: a mouse scurrying underfoot, the hoot of a proud owl who watched from the branches, a distant call of his own kind. Swiftcurrent's territory was one made vibrant with life of all kinds, and he appreciated it more cone nightfall.

He'd requested a catch-up with @Akavir within the woods after sunset, not to discuss recent stresses or pry into his personal life. Viinturuth simply wished to remind him that his shoulder was always available to be leaned on, and was hopeful that they could each draw strength from one another during these trying times.