Silver Creek Some things just have to end

Spring joined him, and he reached to greet her, touching her neck gently with his muzzle. She stepped to his side and he took a step forward, placing himself slightly in front of her. He glanced to her only once, a flash of emotion in his eyes telling her that he wanted to protect her and her wonderful cargo. The male he recognized greet them both, and then attempted to explain what was going on. Heston raised a brow first, then furrowed them as the male continued to stutter. He glanced to the other females, inhaling their scents. He suddenly wondered if Mawk had gotten one of them pregnant, and was here to tell them. The idea angered Heston, and worried him.

To not as for permission was disrespectful, but now the pack would have more children fighting for resources, children directly against his own. He waited though, before he said anything, willing to give the male a chance to explain before he jumped to conclusions.

Suddenly the female that smelled of Silver Creek spoke up, and his orange optics swiveled to focus on her. She quickly trounced any assumptions he might have been working on, and he was impressed and amused by her brevity and honesty. The last one before them gave a cough of surprise at the explanation and he glanced to her, gauging her reaction to all that had been said. It was not much later that she added her own voice, apparently attempting to smooth the situation over. He noted how frightened she was, and though that she likely expected retaliation.

In truth, he wasn't exactly happy about the loss of a member. With children coming and Winter still ongoing, they needed all the bodies they could get. He couldn't be sure if the recent cold would improve or remain for longer, and he didn't like the idea that he was losing a member. He much prefered it to gaining a pregnant female without permission, however. And, of course, the woman with the complicated name was right. You can't help who you love. "Well, I'm certainly not happy about losing Mawk." He began, glancing amongst the three. 

"The weather is harsh, we need all the manpower we can get." He frowned, but continued. "However, I appreciate the gesture of coming to tell us that you're leaving. Many wolves would simply leave. It shows great respect, to do this, and courage. Which is another reason I wish we could keep you. What makes you wish to leave, rather than her come here?" He asked, his interest polite but present all the same. "And are you leaving too?" This he addressed to the one Spring had called Skylaris. 

He couldn't and wouldn't speak for his mate, she would have her own opinions. While he was begrudingly accepting of their choice, if not wishing perhaps they'd simply stay together here, he didn't know Spring's feelings. He thought that she would feel much the same, but he left it to her.