Swiftcurrent Creek i am not the kind of girl who should be rudely barging in on a white veil occasion

can be a cameo <3

the creek pack had fallen in numbers, and mahler enforced what borders he might. the several young ones among them must be tended; the gargoyle divided his time between patrols and hunting. chusi was denbound without her mate, and it was toward the omega's sheltersite the man now headed, a hare swinging from his jaws as he moved with determined strides through the territory.
the sight of a new figure slowed the musiker; mahler appraised her at a slow lope. a delicately formed thing, her eyes glowed moonlight in her movements along the border. he said nothing, but if she caught sight of him, the man would give a nod in her pretty direction, not pausing unless compelled.