Swiftcurrent Creek shoot to kill

Her words were a gentle croon in the silent winter air. His nose quivered as his muzzle jerked to her direction—a pale wraith in the snowy backdrop, to which she blended perfectly. Viinturuth, too, would blend in the terrain now, and he could only hope it was something to benefit his survival.
 
His jaw clenched at the thought, and he tried to dismiss it as fast as it came about. The simple idea that the world could exist without his son was impossible to consider, and if he even attempted to believe it, he would be consumed by grief. He would then become far more useless than what he had been the past few weeks.
 
Of course, their newest recruit had heard the news of the missing youth. He shook his head, his eyes flaring hotly with his distress on the matter. Unable to bring himself to speak of it, he slowed his pace, a silent invitation for her to join him. “How are you settling in?”