Silver Creek the stranger

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​he nodded crisply. Spring was right; he shouldn't have questioned her. turning on his heel and her word, he snapped his long white jaws in the direction of the female, who had begun to retreat. he leapt into her tracks and chivvied at the empty air her flanks had departed. there was no more need to plead her case; she'd gone, and, satisfied, he turned back to Spring. 
the boy's salmon tongue darted out to lave the underside of his alpha's chin and he turned a cool glance on Natashe. "please follow her; make sure she leaves." giving the newer wolfess a chance to redeem herself would hopefully appease any lingering anger Spring might hold.[/tr][/td][/table]