Swiftcurrent Creek Within the sound of silence

Large loping steps. The ease of a man who knew where he was going and what he was doing. That easy grace that always seemed to fold onto his form. This was what he lived for. Athletic grace. His pace increased the closer they got to home and he couldn't quite hide the soft sigh that left his lips at seeing his home undisturbed. 

There was a brief moment where he stopped to leave his water on the border, marking it further. Then he turned to look at @Tybault with a small smile and a teasing glint in his blue eyes. One that was always there. And this male got so riled, it was kinda cute.

Wait here. @Lestan will be the one to ask, he deals the most with Kvarsheim, so if there is a wolf there then he'll know who it is. Let me grab you some food.

Arric would disappear into the pack lands, find the nearest cache and drop a bloodied and dirty rabbit at the feet of the boy Tybault. 

Eat up. We have to wait. I'll howl.

Nose pointed to the sky, a low, loud lyrical howl, he waited on Lestan.