hooked on a feeling

His days were full of what they had been before -- as the new Beta, the agouti male did not find much difference in his day to day tasks.. at least not yet. Perhaps it was the simple fact that the other Creek wolves did not trust him in the position just yet.. or, perhaps it was that life was blissfully quiet for the wolves of Swiftcurrent Creek.

The day found him rounding the borders -- more often than not it was where he would be. His thoughts were perhaps darker with suspicion. Bazi, when he did come across her, smelled suspiciously much like Shadow.. constantly. Perhaps his own impression of what he and the white dove had been developing for had been nothing more than his imagination -- or, perhaps now with her new rank, she was blossoming in to the flower he had always knew she was.. and the other men of the Creek were far more eager to take advantage of this.

It was these dark and brooding thoughts that lulled a sigh from him, and only when the wind whipped past him to allow Kaskara's familiar scent to tantalize his nostrils did the Frostfur slow his pace, his muzzle lifting as his aqua eyes sought out her chocolate form.