Swiftcurrent Creek goodbye to you

He strode forward – his eyes were naturally riveted upon the slender form of Bazi, and yet soon she was joined by the Sveijarn’s. His pace slowed for a moment, taking in the vision before him – the broken alpha as she parted with what could possibly be her best friends. The pups were missing for the moment, likely tucked in bed still. Did they know last night had been their last in their home?

With a lingering breath, Scimitar padded forward at a quicker pace. The pheasant was still warm in his grasp, though dead, and as he came upon the others, his eyes settled upon the proud figures of the pack’s longest standing members. Dropping the bird to the ground, he rolled it gingerly to them both before shifting his weight, pulling up beside Bazi and preening at her ear gently, as if to lull her from her depression. It would be impossible, though. “One less stop needed for your journey,” he murmured to the pair, his tail giving a swish in the air as he nodded to the bird. At least then they would be fueled properly for the long trip – the pups especially.

Resolved, his eyes flickered between the two, stoical at best. “Who will be traveling with you?”