Swiftcurrent Creek a dangerous presence

He did not see the look of terror on her face -- surely it would have spurned him forward once more to her side, allowing those few moments to perhaps soothe her. Instead, she joined him, and as they made swift work of what was to be done, his mind clouded with worry for Fox, and fear for what any of this could mean for the pack. If she too was infected.. No. His mind would not go there -- he could not see her so hurt. So diminished. The thought of her life fading was far too great a sorrow for him. Little did he know how emotionally broken she was now.

Bazi moved then, to move a boulder to the site, and with quicker paws than normal given his size, the cinnamon Frostfur aided her. It was exhausting work, but once done, they would simply move on to the next task.

If Fox wanted to give her boyfriend a proper burial, she would need to do it herself, despite marking the site with a myriad of rocks -- not that the caved den was something one could miss now.

Once completed, Scim did take that one precious moment. His dirt-covered muzzle would press to her cheek for a stolen moment -- something more than a pack mate simply seeking solace to another. But he did not linger, and without word, he followed her until she stopped, calling for their pack mates to deliver the news and piece the puzzle together.