Swiftcurrent Creek bury a friend

There came another through the mist, a figure of ebony - Soltero's eyes creased a touch in uncertainty, unwillingness to converse, but he knew it his duty to familiarize himself with all those taking residence around the creek. The grey-swathed male tipped his nose in greeting, silently fighting off any negativity that festered in the depths of his mind. He knew this woman by scent, but not by name; a miniscule failure on his part.

"Hi. I'm Soltero, beta. Sorry, I don't remember us properly meeting before."