Swiftcurrent Creek and when the levee breaks

A tired and irritable Phoenix returned to the Creek at a snail's pace. He was ready for a long nap, anywhere would do, but he crossed a foreign scent on the property that unfortunatel meant that his job here wasn't over. He knew the packscent—Morningside—but for it to be here, un-escorted, meant that something foul was afoot.

Following the intruder's trail, he came upon he scene that had started too recently for him to make heads or tails of at first. He didn't seem to be needed, but he couldn't be sure. He kept a fair distance—one would have to raise their voice to be heard—but in a show of support to the Creek (although he didn't know the pale, singed wolf from a snowy stump), Phoenix began to ominously pace in a broad circle around the two. He weaved through the trees, falling in and out of sight as both landscape and distance provided him with cover. Somewhere in the background, the Jaws theme plays.

*lurks for now* Phoenix will continue to silently circle at a wide girth unless he is called/addressed. In that case, tag me, otherwise: skip me at will!