Whitefish River To go back to a place much simpler than this

There still an irritation in the man as the day continued. He wasn't normally a stubborn man, but today he found that he could let it go. I didn't go very far from the borders, I promise. His mates words still echoed in his ears 24 hours after hearing them. He knew that if he returned to his den now, she would be there. Or at least nearby. He knew that she was at least there. But he was still so mad. He couldn't tell if he was more upset with himself or Speedy. Regardless he had been avoiding her all day. Starting his day with an early morning conversation with Howl had helped to lighten his spirits. After which he had tracked and hunted a hare, which was now slung between his jaws.

He was tempted to just drop it in the cache and let someone else have it. But he was being petty. Emrik knew he should deliver it to one of the soon-to-be-mothers. Normally he wouldn't hesitate to drop it at Speedy's feet. But again....his unusual stubbornness got the better of him. Instead he ventured along the edge of the river, lost in thought.

Her scent wasn't unwelcome, but it was unfamiliar. Emrik knew of the alliance with this Reneian Empire, but he hadn't the chance to visit yet. Acheron had said he had a good time exploring their sister pack and meeting knew people, so it was on Em's list of things to do. But with the move, and the pups, he hadn't had time to venture far from the territory. Regardless he recognized the Imperial scent on the air, and it drew his curiosity. Clearing his throat as he approached the prone woman, the squire smiled at her content posture. He almost felt bad disturbing her. "Hello?"