Swiftcurrent Creek shoot to kill

For @Mysti. Throwing up something quick tonight, as promised! Hoping to get back into the swing of things/catch up everywhere tomorrow and over the weekend.

He skirted just along the borders, his nose to the ground as his heavy black paws trekked over the frozen ground. The snow had been accumulating, and he found his mind tied with the worry of Viinturuth and his whereabouts. The pale boy was simply gone—search parties had come up empty with no lingering trace of his eldest.

Each day that passed by the stocky male became more of a shell from his former self. His thoughts tilted toward the pack, and their dwindling numbers. He debated internally if it was time to simply disband. It was early enough in the winter that the Creek wolves could settle themselves among other packs.

But then, what if they left and Viinturuth returned to his home with no one there to welcome him?