Swiftcurrent Creek to be the wing that fans the flame

When Adeline first sees the wolf in the distance, flailing around on the ground, she feels her heart sink at the thought of Grayday. She’s traveled far (she thinks) and has met a small handful of wolves that the thought of seeing him so soon causes her heart to plummet. Only when he picks himself up, shakes himself out, and padded toward the water. A sigh of relief washes over her and her shoulders feel the weight fall away. The longer she looks, he doesn’t much carry that much resemblence but his carefree nature swept her away so easily.

Still, the girl does not speak as she remains out of his line of vision. She does step closer with uncertainty in her place, not too careful about the sound she makes, but her curiosity wins her over anyway.