Swiftcurrent Creek avoidant

Haunter hated how the sporadic spring showers made it increasingly difficult for him to move how he wanted. The earth was thick and loamy, and having gained a considerable amount of weight and muscle mass since living more comfortably within Swiftcurrent, he sunk almost too easily in places where the ground was no longer firm. It irritated him to no ends, but the inky wolf was diligent and hunted for his pack despite the disadvantage.

He had just returned an hour ago with two stupid young rabbits clutched in his jaws, and he was digging out a cache now in which to put them in. The ground was like slosh and it clung to his fur like a desperate relationship. He ignored the weight it was adding to his legs and had soon buried the pack's food satisfyingly deep, only to be bothered by the earthworms who would take no interest in the bloody corpses.

Fox's scent came to him then, and he abandoned the cache in favor of finding her patrolling at the borders. He joined the small Alpha, loping beside her in an eased stride that would equate his longer legs to her shorter ones. "Sick of my constant presence already?" he asked out loud to his den mate, having noticed her troubled expression and mistakenly assuming that it was about him. He didn't really think it was, but at least this was the easiest way to find out.