9/8/2025, 12:30 AM
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Time had passed, and though the Highlands were fine fare and finer housing, there was something about the cover of the swamp that drew Silver back. Familiar territory and all that - and Frederick preferred the marshlands, filled with his own kind and more temperate weather to enjoy.
Although, that mild weather was more often than not, damp. Silvercreek crept through the marsh on pale, silent paws. Dewdrops hung crystalline off the ends of his silver fur, and the usual rosy-gold hue that delicately dusted parts of his pelt was hidden by the soupy mist and overcast skies. It was a fine day as far as he was concerned, at ease with the local weather, and he did not flinch when his toes flexed into the soft muddy earth beneath his weight. Salamander, fish or frog were all on the menu, but if he could find a hare willing to brave the wetland, the Silvercreek would not turn down the meal.
His pink tongue swiped over an inky nose, then he pricked his ears in the direction of the stranger he'd caught the scent of. Silvercreek fell still, and waited for the other wolf to make a move - had he been noticed, or was he still as hidden as a shadow amongst the vines and leaves?