Silver Creek Pencils and Pens

He hadn't been aiming to find her this time, in fact he'd been mulling over the idea of attempting to take food to Rowan if he could find her den. He wasn't sure if he'd be welcomed, though, and he certainly didn't want to cause offense. He'd heard her call to Spring, knew it must be the pups. But he knew too that mother's were temperamental and so was weighing the options of helping versus intruding. His spat with Amber hovered near the back of his mind and he was, sadly, attempting to avoid her for a little while.

When Spring's scent crossed his nose he was nearly upon the creek itself, aiming to get himself a drink. His ears perked and he lifted his head to search for her, inhaling for further catches of her scent. After only a moment of following the creek itself he saw her, gazing peacefully into the flowing water for which her land was named. There was no word yet from Casmir, Laika and from what he could tell of her scent, Saena too had joined the hunt. He worried for his friend, and for the small pup that had greet him so fiercely. (Indra too, of course, but he hadn't met her.)

He watched her as he approached, enjoying the peace on her face here just as much as he had with the butterfly. He stopped a short distance from her, turning his body to face the creek. He'd not hidden his approach, so he thought that she would be aware of him. If he gave her any fright when he spoke next, it wasn't intentional. "Hey there." He turned his gaze on her, smirking playfully. "You come here often, pretty lady?" He asked, dropping his voice to a deeper octave and raising a brow at her comically.