Swiftcurrent Creek welcome to the new age · pack meeting

Scimitar had left a perfect opportunity open. If there was any time like now, an ambitious wolf would challenge the beta's claim to Alphaship.

Dovev's own reign of a pack had gone reasonably well, in his opinion. The group, Moondown Shadows, had been compliant to his will and loyal to their cause. He dealt with with trespassers in a unique way, one which caught onto their neighbors and became a common standard to kill or seriously maim any soul that stepped on foot across their borders. Dovev's eyes roamed over the gathering wolves, streaming in from all directions. They were a hardy group with a strong claim to the Creek, even if their peak had been several months ago. This pack wasn't going anywhere any time soon.

Although the arctic male did enjoy being at the helm of things, now was not the time to step up. Scimitar seemed like a capable creature, even if the reason why Dovev had joined was to be alongside the pretty tundra female. He couldn't wait what would be in store for the late winter period. For now, however, he would remain in his middling position in the pack, and support the Creek to his ability. Bazi would still be there, just not at the helm.

By the time Cadfael had arrived, Dovev was stretched out comfortably and listening to the ebb and flow of the Creek wolves, memorizing unfamiliar faces. There was only one juvenile in a sea of older wolves, mostly males, who gathered loosely around Scimitar. Dovev recognized the Welsh wolf who had dubbed himself Ddraig, but often went by Cadfael. With the haughty behavior the ebony creature had brought in Dovev was on his feet, ears perked. Fur bristled along his shoulders, even if his lips were closed. Most of the others had responded the same, and after a tense moment, Cadfael backed down with an apology. Dovev would have never expected such behavior from the young charcoal prince, for he had attributed his moodiness to social angst.