<blockquote>Quietly the wolf patrolled, head low and a serious expression on his face. Every now and then he paused to sniff at something, or to lift his head and listen for a moment to a new sound, but for the most part, all was quiet. The water constantly flowed along in the background, the river parallel to his route, and the sound was as comforting as it was suffocating; everything it represented was <i>home</i>, and Kinis Tainn was in that curious period of desire and rebellion of that very concept. Now that change was coming, Kinis could not wait for it, but, unsurprisingly, some small part of him was afraid.
What if everything didn't go as well as they hoped? Here was safe, but smothering... but safe.
Such thoughts always made him angry. Wasn't this exactly what he wanted? In all ways, yes, and he was usually able to cast aside his doubts in favour of excitement. Who knew what the future could bring? Oh, there were stories to be told yet, he just knew it.
Growing tired of the endless patrol, especially considering that, soon, these wouldn't be his borders to maintain, Kinis turned towards the river. On the bank he sat, staring out at the world beyond Swift River, and dreamed.</blockquote>
<i>at least... that's where I'm supposed to be...</i></center>