Swiftcurrent Creek regret

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As much as he felt he knew the pale dove before him, it was moments like these where he would hesitate on that assumption, his eyes questioning her as they burned in her direction, studying her face to see if there was an inkling of truth upon her beautiful features. But she was still very unreadable to him -- a mystery in many aspects, and so he allowed the discussion to slide by the wayside.

She was upon her paws with a swiftness he could not mimic, and as her nose grazed his ear to encourage him to do the same, a rumbling croon escaped him as his own nose would bump beneath her chin in turn -- submission to his newly acclaimed Alpha. Rising with her, the large male might have shadowed her by height, but there was a natural way in which Bazi moved that seemed to demand attention. His eyes, no matter the situation, always seemed to be upon her.

Trailing after her, he felt growing apprehension to how the pack would react to this news. He would come to realize the drama that would continue to unfold as the pack meeting unraveled.