Silver Creek Never felt so real

hello! this looked lonely. do you mind if we bump it to present?

silver creek.
there had been many reasons for Casmir to return to the Teekon, but the foremost was that Cortland and Mona were now old enough to understand the physicality of their family history. The Mayfair did not hold much hope that his sisters and brother remained in these lands, but he could show his children the Plateau, where Donnelaith had stood, and the Creek where they'd been born.
the journey had been long, marked as it was by all manner of snowfall, but when he had brought his family to the empty creeklands, the scents of Spring and Heston long since wiped away, Casmir stood in its center and closed his eyes, lifting his muzzle to the air wherein snowflakes swirled.
later that day, he went out to scout his old haunts, and thirst drove him to the place's namesake. and yet here was a stranger. Casmir knew he had no right to be protective over the Creek; that it had been his home so long ago did not matter now. but he regarded the blonde wolfess with a cool eye, moving into the water with a deliberate and heavy step.