Swiftcurrent Creek the man who sold the world

Arlette greeted him with the grace of her kindness—and for a stolen moment, he was thankful they had such a healer within their ranks. For as much misery that had shadowed the pack for months now, in many ways, they were fortunate.

Perhaps, they could rebuild to a stronger foundation.

Or… perhaps they would be a stronger foundation without his presence tainting them all.

His muzzle canted lightly at the pale she-wolf, his eyes drifting down to study the apparent interest of young Cygnet as she regarded the items—he had heard she was a bit of a…. Handful.

The wisp of a smirk pressed to his lips, though he would not keep the gift from the girl. Instead, his muzzle swept lower, nudging both toward her direction before side-stepping, his easy gait moving closer now to Arlette as he allowed the pup room to explore the antler and rabbit, should she wish.

“Just a couple items that will hopefully bring some entertaining… and a full belly,” he murmured to the Delta, his ear giving an idle flick as he found himself closer to her, now. He knew very little of the woman—and as his eyes drifted from Cygnet to study Arlette, idly, he wondered of her. “I would have brought something for @Solaria, too, but I assumed she might be past the age of caring as much for an antler.” A pause then — “How are Bellatrix and Solaria?”