Raven's Watch Birthday girl

Viinturuth was watchful of her, silent as he pondered over what it might be that felt so familiar about her. He inhaled deep and was quick to recognise that her scent was not one of a she-wolf made vulnerable by the breeding season, but he could not place that which she carried. She was not a loner, though he had not crossed paths with the pack she was sure to belong to.

She offered a name to pair with her face, and he blinked. Faele, she told him on a voice so faint he'd almost missed it. The pale ranger shifted his weight, made uncomfortable by the her assumed uncertainty of his presence. Viinturuth backed up a stride, allowing her more space.

I cover a lot of ground, he answered the sterling wolfess, but I am not alone. My pack makes its home in the riverlands beyond these mountains. He lifted his muzzle to gesture vaguely over a shoulder, to the East where Swiftcurrent dwelled.