Swiftcurrent Creek wrecking ball {joining}

The early morning had not stirred the agouti male – his slumber was light, only because he had yet to claim a den for himself.. choosing instead to sleep amongst the foliage of his home. His initial reasoning was because he had felt he was but an outsider looking in to the pack – now, he felt much more integrated within the ranks, and his original thoughts of staking out and claiming land elsewhere was slowly dwindling.

A familiar yet hauntingly unknown howl did bring him to wakefulness. Blinking sluggishly, one ear flicked as his mind reeled, knowing he knew the voice and yet desperate to place it – only then did his little sister’s face come to mind, and with a lurch of panic to why she would possibly be calling for him at such an hour caused him to push himself up quickly, his large figure stumbling rather clumsily to the borders as he tried to clear his mind and alert himself.

Bazi had beaten him to her – and while the ivory female was quick to draw his gaze normally, he instead found it riveted upon the thinner female – he had not seen her in such devastation before. “Kaskara,” he murmured, sweeping to her side and stealing a glance to his Beta. “What brings you here?” His muzzle bent to touch her cheek as his eyes inspected her, reassuring himself she had come to no injury.