Swiftcurrent Creek that aint no lie

SORRY i just have so much muse for him please feel free to do a chomp <3

it was day four of the black eyjolfur's sojourn, his first objective having been tentatively completed. he had found a potential match -- @Aria had demonstrated she was at least perceptive to his presence by having approached each time he called for her.

which meant, in thorn's interpretation, that he might have a shot in hell of securing her.

romeo, they called him -- and perhaps, it was not a blameless moniker. he was devoted to his task of obtaining a partner -- perhaps to the point of being overzealous. consumed by his own ambitions to win over the pale she-wolf, thorn collected a small cache near @Constantine's borders.

first, he arranged the feathers he had painstakingly discovered on his travels. a raptor's banded pinion feather was the most prominent of the tokens, followed by a fistful of barred turkey rectrices, identifiable by their long shaft and blackened tips. there was a cardinal primary feather, the fluted grey feather of a goose, and finally, an imperceptibly pearl-white feather of a snow owl.

these he arranged flat on the snow, anchoring each by pushing their calamus into the ground.

nearby, his proudest gift slumped in the ground, a band of rosy colored snow pooling underneath it. it was a freshly killed adult porcupine, its mouth bloodied and eyes closed -- a token, thorn believed, of his inimitable hunting prowess. proof that he was capable, and clever -- and could provide for aria and the family she bore for years to come.

his shrine to appease the she-wolf was not quite completed -- the final flourish was an egg of unusual proportions (to a wolf, anyway) rested against the porcupine's slouched quills. the egg had been a hard-fought, and difficult thing to obtain, for thorn had discovered the eagle's nest high in the alpine mountains flanking diaspora, and had gingerly carried it (suffering all the while, he might add) all the way to the creek's borders.

his labors had taken him a day and a half -- but they were finally complete. inspecting the wares he had assembled to win aria's affections, the bullish hound once more set his song to the sky, calling primarily for the elusive gamma that thus far, had not met him alone.

he was on edge as he waited -- he expected any minute the dark flash of the alpha's fur come to chase him off once more.