Swiftcurrent Creek you call out

Haunter watched the male go, staring even after he had long melted away into nothingness. It was Fox's voice that drew the ebony phantom out his personal thoughts, and he looked at her mildly, yellow eyes as intense as ever, despite the unknowing affection he felt towards the small Alpha. "You woke me up," he told her unabashedly, though was almost certain she didn't truly care. He had come to her, and that was what mattered most.

She thanked him then, which he thought wholly unnecessary, so he shrugged his lean shoulders slightly, tipping his head at her and making the unevenness of his head seem slightly more pronounced. "You expected different of me?" he asked her, though this was slightly rhetorical—Haunter was actually humored by her thanks, and he wondered if she had been calling out to each of her pack in order to individually deal out her appreciation.

He looked away then, gazing back in the direction their newcomer had disappeared to. "What did he call you?" the Epsilon asked abruptly, as obviously the lingering thought was bothering him somewhat.