Swiftcurrent Creek welcome to the new age · pack meeting

There was a rustling of leaves as Dovev woke, pale eyes flickering to life as he lifted his head from the vegetative mat. The air was comfortably cold as the arctic creature rose to his large, snow-shoed paws. With a flick of coat, he scattered bits of debris from his ivory hairs before pacing forward. His attentions were on the western distance, where a lone howl had been lifted in the air.

There hadn't been much activity lately, and the pack would begin to lose its' coherence had it not been for Scimitar's present call. Perhaps the agouti beast would speak of the pack's intentions, and Dovev set off on a lope to intercept the summons. For once, he would see the current size of Swiftcurrent, with Bazi at its' head.

But the gathering was still small when Dovev arrived, stopping in the whispering river bank where Scimitar stood at point. There was an absence of a small but lengthy puff of white fur, and immediately the subordinate glanced about, looking for the alphess. When there was no inkling of her, not even a faint aroma, he glanced at Scimitar.

Where is she? Dovev questioned quietly, his voice soft but cold. Had something happened to the young kindred who he had only met briefly, yet had found out so much about?