Swiftcurrent Creek when i first met tom mccannon, i was working in the mines

To be home on Swiftcurrent territory had brought Durnehviir some relief. It had been wonderful to reunite with her remaining offspring, despite Talos' frostiness and the discomfort that loomed over the boys. Viinturuth's absence was felt sorely by each of them, she was certain, but none had ventured to question their pale brother's whereabouts.

Her cuts and scratches had healed well, but she could not say the same for her tender heart. She and Constantine's relationship remained entirely lost to her; the swarthy Mayfair had ensured that she be fed, but failed to share her company for long. It was a topic she longed to bring to light before him, and it was fear that kept her silent on the matter. To be with him was awkward, but the dragoness knew that these fleeting intervals were probably more than she could've hoped for.

Once Swiftcurrent's Queen and now swept to the bottom of the hierarchy, Durnehviir maintained distance from her pack-mates as she struggled to fit into her new position. She found herself wandering along the water's edge when an unfamiliar voice rose from nearby, and paused to cant a ginger lobe in its direction to listen. Frustration rose to her throat in the form of a low rumble as she realised the intention behind the stranger's call and, despite her low rank, the need to defend remained strong.

When she saw him, the russet wolfess' feathered tail flagged over her haunches as she strode forward. Crimson hackles bristled atop her shoulders, focus set beyond Aria's form to that of the rogue, and her lip curled back to reveal a warning flash of fangs. She supposed he might feel like luck was on his side to see not only one but two females respond to him so swiftly, but he would be sorely mistaken if he thought his howl had tempted her to mate.