Swiftcurrent Creek empire down

lucretia my reflection .. seemed fitting. @Durnehviir

Snowflakes drifted through the cold air, reminding the dark male that winter was now upon them. The brightly colored leaves had begun to shift to dull browns and oranges, or, at least those that still clung on with hope to the bending limbs and branches of the trees. He stilled as a particularly chillier gust of wind ruffled the stark black fur along his spine, his eyes like fire against the backdrop of frost, autumn and snow.
 
He sought the dragoness of the creek out. But she was elusive to him, as if knowing he looked for her. His children were quiet now—the strain between their parents relationship clearly something they didn’t understand, and not something he could possibly explain himself when he didn’t understand. So he sought to, because the limbo they remained in could not remain. Not when their family was so broken apart.