Swiftcurrent Creek Fear knows no bounds...

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Haunter tended to loom at the borders, if only because Fox had suggested that this was what he was best at. His long, ranging legs often took him long distances outside of the pack, but he would more or less always return, surprising even himself in the small amount of loyalty he was showing towards the Creek. Their leader seemed to take notice of his allegiant actions as well, and he was now ranked a Zeta, which inwardly pleased the savage who was usually quite an outcast in everyone else's book.

He was patrolling now, without Jinx or the other male who usually took to policing Swiftcurrent's boundaries, but that would not make his day any less uneventful. A masculine howl drew the spidery wolf in, but only when he could scent the blood of prey did his pace actually quicken. When he arrived, piercing yellow eyes fell upon a male seated on the cool earth, preening his paws which would finish an otherwise immaculate appearance. He was far more well-kept than the spiky, feral Haunter, and the blackened cur could not understand the wolf's need to preen himself so diligently.

The virile wolf was heavier than himself, but perhaps a tad shorter given Haunter's incredibly long legs—though the male was seated, so the Zeta could not tell. Still, he lifted his tail eminently and glanced down at the stranger's catch before leveling his severe gaze on his face. "You rang?" he rumbled, tail swaying slowly back and forth as he came to pause a few yards ahead of the wolf who sat kindly at their borders.