Swiftcurrent Creek And the record won't stop skipping

The Valento had no desire to dislike Kavik, and he prayed silently that with this conversation would come the acceptance of each other - with time, perhaps they could even grow to be friends, united with the want to protect the creek wolves. Time was, after all, the decider of their fate; many paths could be forged with the passing of moons, the changing of the seasons. He only hoped this one would be a positive one.

The snow had ceased momentarily, and Soltero's gaze tipped up toward the sky in thought - he'd initiated the meeting, so perhaps he ought to lead it. "...I hope you and the others are settling here well," he began, glancing then toward the caliginous alpha. "I... I know... it's... a bit of a tense season to join a new place." Inwardly cringing at himself and his own words, as well as the entire situation, the beta returned his eyes to the plush layer of snow.