Swiftcurrent Creek You packed your bags full of letting go.

Viinturuth had not seen the chimera, not at first, but he did catch the scent of an outsider on the crisp breeze. He curled his lip and lifted his pale muzzle to survey the area, ears alert, and with a flagged tail he was hot on the trail of a trespasser.

When he caught sight of him weaving through the trees, Viinturuth quickened his stride to give chase.