Swiftcurrent Creek Gladfly Suite

When she lay upon the ground, he took it as an invitation for inspection. He lifted himself then, trailing closer, scenting her to ensure illness did not seem to plague her. Whether she submitted in a manner of apology for traipsing so close to his lands, or simply hoping to appease him, he didn’t know—didn’t care to know.

What mattered was that she was not a threat to his family and pack.

She rumbled softly to him—tentatively, as he neared, he bent his muzzle lower, aiming to sniff at her head and nudge along her cheek—testing her.