Swiftcurrent Creek Anew

His Beta was faster then he to the call—which was pleasing, given Arric’s recent illness. It was good to see him up and about, but he withheld the pleasantries for now as he sidled closer to the group, an ear flicking to the direction of Arlette as she spoke of the wolves before them—a niece and a friend.

His eyes were unreadable as he surveyed them, tongue pressing to the back of his teeth for a moment, choosing not to speak for the moment—Arric had begun the introductions at the borders, and for now, he would remain muscle if required.