Swiftcurrent Creek Only words bleed.

The land didn’t care about the tumultuous state of the pack that claimed it, which was why Razo took to prowling it alone as he had done religiously from the moment he’d been allowed a place in the ranks. The vast expanse of grassland and pockets of cool, dark woodland held no grudge and brandished no gripe, and whether or not he firmly acknowledged it of this particular place in the Wilds, he was at home in them for as far as they stretched. Imminently, he was aware that he would need to come to some sort of decision regarding the politics of the pack, and he had acquired enough experience in them in order to reasonably judge whether they were deserving of his loyalty, but the land asked no questions, and by default he preferred its company. For the moment, Razo Redefin didn’t have to answer a thing.

He roamed freely and kept his ongoing tabs on the herds and more notable hunting grounds, then happened to pass through one of the few swaths of woodland he favoured at the tail-end of the heat of the day. His rough-hewn paws quietly met the shaded earth in a remarkable manner for a wolf of his size, and it wasn’t until he came upon a freshly earthen-dug den that he paused in his slinky saunter and examined the site. Drawing closer, he keenly observed the female scent laden and carved into it, and the careful placement of grasses and wildflowers that accented the smell of the displaced raw earth. His brow furrowed for a moment, given he had no idea who had been there. He followed with the utmost in exterior nonchalance from where the scent left off and picked up again.

It led him away from the trees, and when he reached the bank of Swiftcurrent Creek he proceeded alongside the turbulent water where his avid nose caught her tantalising scent on a temperate breeze that ruffled his careless fur. He immediately found himself immensely interested in who it could possibly belong to, and decided without one iota of hesitancy that hunting for prey, for the moment, could be pushed aside.

He strolled close when he saw her, then paused in the middle of his naturally long stride with one large paw poised and partially planted in front of him as though he meant to keep walking, but he didn’t. I’m quite sure that if Fox was still here— he casually intoned to the alluring wolfess, —you wouldn’t be. A roguish gleam in his shocking yellow eyes construed exactly what he meant by this, but he wondered if she would catch on.