Swiftcurrent Creek I am with you.

No voice rose in response to his own, and Viinturuth lingered. He peered through the frosted foliage of a place he'd once known so well, a place where he'd lived a turbulent youth. He'd remained there only briefly the previous year when Akavir had last been at his side, and flicked his tongue curiously over a whiskered jowl as he considered how very differently things might've been for them both if only he'd remained.

An ashen figure stepped between the trees, drawing the white wolf from his thoughts. He shifted to regard her quietly: a wolfess with a powerful frame, her eyes made of unusual shades. She chuffed his way and he lifted a rugged alabaster ear to acknowledge the sound, though did not answer her immediately.

She was not the one he'd called for, he mused with mild irritation. Viinturuth simply stared at her, calm and quiet for a time, before he lifted his chin and announced; my brother makes his home here. I wish to see him.