Swiftcurrent Creek ruhig

close enough to scent the borders but is not trespassing. aw; tags for reference <3

he suspected @Thorn was up to the ways of a rogue, and while this neither bothered nor perturbed mahler, he did not want the danger of a fogged mind to bring harm to a diasporan. perhaps in that regard he was infantilizing the dark tessarius, but it would be some time before winter lifted. each wolf was important.
and so mahler followed the other's man's tracks down toward a familiar creek, and on a small rise above the packland, he inspected the air. swiftcurrent had grown, and while the gargoyle could not say he was pleased, there was amusement briefly flickering in the stone lilac of his eyes. women here, at least one in season. @Aria's light fragrance was there, entwined with @Constantine's heavier smell and the fierce perfume worn by @Durnehviir. 
it was no small wonder why thorn had traversed here, for swiftcurrent was a place of lovely things, although he could not have stayed there forever. for a moment, mahler stood as he was, watching, and from this distance he allowed the dragoness' scent to play about his senses, indulging as a man would for the first time.

Her own heat is freshly over, but she remains hyper-aware of the season; perhaps sensitized by her own... condition. The scent of another female in heat somewhere within the territory has driven her toward the borders as of late — not least because it makes for a good excuse to avoid @Kavik. She's along the borders today when she catches an unfamiliar scent, hackles prickling when she identifies it as male. Of course a man would be at the borders now, filthy scavengers that they are.
She follows the trail purposefully, tensing and slowing as the dark stranger comes into view. She comes to a halt some distance away, a little disappointed to note that his distance from Swiftcurrent's claim is acceptable; he looks enough like Kavik, she thinks, that biting him might have been satisfying. Looking for something? She inquires in a tone far from welcoming, head cocking to one side. As much as she wishes she could skip the talking and just bite him, there's still a chance he has a reason to be here aside horniness.

<3

it was not a wolf he recognized that approached now. mahler watched the small dark figure detach itself from the details of swiftcurrent and approach. another woman, her scent still intriguing enough to make his nostrils flare. unfriendly in her tone, in the stance of her diminutive body, she set herself against him. 
mahler gave a curious swing of his ears forward. "i vas following one of my volves," he replied softly. she was not unpleasant to look upon, but out of courtesy he did not appraise her features. it was good that swiftcurrent now had such fierce guardians; he could not remember it happening when he lived in the creek, outside of himself and the she-dragon.

She finds herself almost disappointed to be met without aggression, even knowing that conflict is the last thing she needs. His heavily-accented response sparks curiosity in her gaze, and she takes two steps forward, lifting and extending her muzzle slightly to draw in his scent. The other wolf-scents mingled with his are mostly unfamiliar, though she swears she faintly recognizes something there; something that reminds her of her time with the pack of northerners.
Explain, She prompts, filing away each tidbit of information for later. It's of little concern to her what has become of IkKanattuk or their wolves, but she is undeniably intrigued. More so with the swarthy man's explanation of what had drawn him to the borders; perhaps the two things are related. Not likely, but an entertaining thought nonetheless.

she stepped forward on small paws to take the fragrances interlaced into his own, but mahler did not move to do the same. he did not wish to return to disapora with his face gouged, and she-wolves were notorious for quick flashes of the tooth. the woman's voice lifted again, demanding of him.
but mahler did not appreciate her tone there. for a long moment he merely gazed at her silently, his eyes upon her own in warning. she was of swiftcurrent, but he was far from their borders. she need not ask anything of him.
"the vay of men is simple: a female in season draws us, ve come, ve take her if she vill have us." cold humour shone in his gaze as he drew it away to gaze upon the creek beyond her shoulder. "perhaps that is vhat he is doing."

last from me unless he stops her <3

His warning does not go unnoticed, though her only response is a brief upward flick of her tail as she impatiently awaits his response. White-hot irritation flashes through her when he does finally speak, showing through the flame in her gaze. I don't need you to explain the way of men, She bites back, thinking bitterly of Kavik and how foolish she'd been to think him different. You should tell your friend to keep his little cock away from here if he wants to keep it. She turns, no longer willing to entertain this unwanted guest. Perhaps if the dark wolf were a woman — but he is not, and she's in no mood to listen to testosterone-fueled drivel right now. She's already dealt with enough male bullshit to last a lifetime.

The sound of heated words drew the shadow forward, his fiery eyes falling upon the form of Alessia, a she-wolf unknown to him still, but one Kavik had brought along. 

What was was disconcerting to him, was that now two wolves were snooping around the Creek borders, and at the familiar sight of Mahler, the Alpha allowed a rumbling growl from his lips, moreso to announce his presence as Alessia turned in what seemed to be anger. What is this, Mahler?

mahler blinked, but said nothing as the woman spat ugly words and turned to depart. he doubted her, however; thorn was a strong beast, and there was no reason to invite strife unless he challenged constantine for his place at swiftcurrent's helm.
the wraith in question drew forth with burning eyes, speaking the gargoyle's name. while mahler saw no reason to submit, he did not flaunt himself or his presence before the regent, remaining neutral. "constantine."
"thorn is mine. i came merely to see vhat amusements he had found himself here." direct, simple; he himself had not come to do the same, though the dragoness' scent remained in the air, tantalizing.

Watchin and creepin, skippable.

With Myrren in her... delicate state, Rue had resolved to keep a close eye on the other Plateau refugee. Although she was no longer Myrren's leader, protective feelings still lingered. 

Rue lurked in the trees, listening. She was distant enough to be removed from the interaction but close enough for their words to reach her ears. 

Myrren and Constantine addressed another Diaspora wolf who had come sniffing at their borders. "Mahler," Constantine called him. Was Mahler here to collect his lovesick packmate? Or was he also here to seek out a mate among the plentiful Creek women? Unless Constantine wanted his ranks filled with pregnant subordinates, he would need to put an end to this.

He considered the wolf’s words, a sideways glance given as the dark she-wolf that had come from the Plateau efficiently made her exit. The members of his eyes then focused fully on the wolf before him, withholding a scathing comment that it was time to end the harassment of his pack mates. Hormones riddled the air as of late—it was no wonder Mahler’s lovesick hound had found his way here, or that tension coiled throughout.

“He’s persistent. I’ll give him that,” he rumbled in return as his tail gave an idle lash behind him. Mahler had never been a wolf of many words—but he had been an asset, and so the Mayfair took from this what he could—thus far, he knew this unknown pack to be made up of two large males, one stubborn with his wants, and the other whom had been an asset to the creek prior to his leave.

“If he continues, I’ll have to make an example of him. Surely you understand?” If it had been a creek male snooping around whichever land Mahler and his hound had claimed, he would expect the same reaction.

whatever constantine believed of him, the tension that the dark male had allowed to sunder swiftcurrent had lost mahler's respect. the creek pack now thrived, but it seemed the man's greed would bring this to pass once more. he did not move as constantine threatened his subordinate, for it would do nothing to respond to empty words.
the sable regent could not possibly father the children of every she-wolf who came into season within his ranks, and so would allow the role of children to go unfulfilled. that was not mahler's concern, however. pups were the lifeblood of any pack, regardless of who fathered them.
a dangerous glint flickered briefly in the gargoyle's stare. "i am afraid if he is injured, i vill return to make the same of you." he would not drag diaspora into this; his strife with constantine belonged to him alone.
stepping back, he let out a long breath. "i vill leave you now, constantine." he himself had no reason to lurk 'round swiftcurrent. the season would go on, and whelps would be born. mahler did not turn his back, however, preferring a response from the shadowed male before he headed back to his own lands.

The threat seemed empty to the ebony wolf, who kept his features passive despite his intrigue to the response. He could not fathom Mahler taking it well had a creek wolf been making the members of whichever pack he now ran with uncomfortable, but he was not interested in bantering opinion. He had said his piece and Mahler had spoke his. He would have been more disappointed should the man before him not felt a need to protect his pack mates as well. 

Safe travels, was all he offered in return as his swarthy form shifted, waiting to watch the other wolf drift back toward the mountains shadows.