Swiftcurrent Creek put your dreams away for now

Since being in the Teekon he hasn’t met many agouti wolves. Really he could count them on one hand. So he shifts through the memories of each one. Aphrodite being the first to come to mind, then the honey pelted warrior of the coastal wolves. The ones known as Yuèlóng and their leader, he still doesn’t know her name. At the resurrection of her words in his memory when he left the interrogation he inwardly bristles. The words that made him decide that is they wanted an enemy, then they shall get one. He will have mercy on no one. His pack is first above all else and he will now down anyone who doubts them. It was about time to bring the teaching of his father to life. Then as he continues down the list he remembers a male that is exactly as she describes, the one that “saved” Aphrodite. A weak man, but smart enough not to pick a fight with Donovan. He can’t say the same for the other one though. As he jogs his memory a light bulb goes off. That scent on her, that’s Aphrodite’s. Oh, he’s in for a treat now.

Eventually, a smirk crawls its way on to his maw and his golden orbs fill with something akin to resentment. He will apologize to no one any longer. His will to care has died, never to return. His face becomes predatory as he gazes to Dawn. “You’re the family little Aphrodite talked about so often. The family that was supposed to save her. Now her little boyfriend is gone? How pitiful. What a man he is for leaving his woman behind in such a time of need.” He spits the words with a mocking tone, his carefree spirit switching to one of the devil himself in the blink of an eye. “He’s probably dead.” He chirps back maliciously, looking her square in the eyes.