Swiftcurrent Creek when all is said and done

The shadowrunner stalked the length of the winding creek, the moon hanging high in the sky. Spring was just around the corner--soon, the snow would melt fully, and the lands would blossom. He had lost track to how many moons they had laud claim to these lands, but even worse, the Mayfair had lost track of those who had come and gone. Each day felt like the cusp of survival from some emotional turmoil, and the swarthy wolf could openly admit he was exhausted. The fire of his eyes distinguished with each passing day, and as he wove forward, the male felt a surge of what was to be expected come over him. Tipping his muzzle up, he sought out the scent of @Kavik, his stocky form lingering a respectful distance from the den of Alessia, knowing the dame had just recently birthed the Alpha's litter.

It was time to talk.