Swiftcurrent Creek Clairvoyence

Hope you don't mind me! ...and I hope it's okay that he arrives an hour or two after she's been working on the den already :3

In his third effort to continue surviving this winter, Haunter had only just met Fox a few hours ago and gained asylum here at Swiftcurrent. It was the first pack he had crossed in over two weeks and he had sought entry right away. He cared not for the content of its members, but rather for the constant shelter he would be provided and the better chance at feeding himself—and to a lesser degree, his packmates—during his stay.

It was doubtful that the black dog would remain until spring, but he wasn't one to look too far ahead into the future. The miniscule Alpha had given him a couple tasks to tend to, but he figured he could save those until the next day. For now, he would spend what remained of the day's light to find himself a suitable den.

He was scouring dryer areas when he found her—a splash of red amongst the otherwise drab, winter-garbed scenery. He thought it was the Alpha (which was what initially made the one-earred wolf pause), but after staring for quite some time, and being unable to identify the scent of her, he realized it was someone else entirely. His ear twitched, and his acidic eyes followed her work quietly like some sort of stalking shadow. The stilt-legged stranger definitely seemed creepy in this fashion, though it was not the scarecrow's intention.

He would have moved on silently without disturbing her at all, but an itch at his hip caused the dark male to curl into himself slightly and gnaw loudly into his fur, teeth clicking as he preened through his shaggy fur and chased tiny, obnoxious vermin across his skin. It was a solid minute before he was done scratching, and turned again to face the den-digger.