Swiftcurrent Creek our dead and missing · pack summons

He hesitated on leaving at Bazi’s blessing – for one, he was loathe to be away from the pack at such a time. For another.. something didn’t quite seem right about it. Tuwawi swooped in however, snarling to them that they were naïve, and the cinnamon male felt himself bristle at the mother, his gaze rounding on her tiredly. “I expect Ferdie and Jace to be content something happened to her – their reaction should be easy enough to glean if they had cause in it or not,” he determined, though his own words quieted near the end.

Before they could continue the topic, others arrived – questions arose, and the male cast a sideways glance to Bazi. His own muzzle bent down to graze over his sister’s cheek, reassuring her quietly and seeking comfort that she was now here, with him, and not in the clutches of the Plateau pack whose honor he still questioned greatly. That said – Fox’s recent attempts at annoying the mountain pack had been no better. It occurred to him in that moment that were it not for the ivory Beta and his sister, the male likely would have left the drama of this pack awhile ago.. perhaps founded his own – even claimed the forest once more and raised it to the glory it deserved that Chakra had fled from.

But now was not the time. And as Galileo personally offered to help Scim, a nod was given to the male. “If we go, it’s best to only scout for Fox’s scent. Tuwawi’s right – too much shit has been stirred with them. We don’t want them to know we’re without our alpha.” There was a small pause. “And I don’t want them to have the satisfaction that she’s missing and possibly hurt.” He fell quiet then, waiting for more suggestions – his thoughts trying not to stray to the potential that his pain in the ass leader was dead – his pain in the ass leader that made his heart twist at the thought of something happening to her.