Swiftcurrent Creek caribou wife

It was a summoning of the creek wolves and thankfully the dark leader was nearby.

A certain silence descended upon the creek in the colder months, and Akavir took comfort in this. Kvarsheim and Riverclan had stayed away--for which he was grateful. Alliances, as far as he was concerned, had been severed. Hopefully, the voices that called remained unfamiliar to him as they were not from either pack.

His gait quickened in pace when the cold breeze gave indication of who had beaten him to the callers of the borders--Cygnet.

He could only imagine what the fiercely growing ankle biter would do to interrogate some visitors.

A chuff was given as two came to view--a catch for their attention as the man's posture shifted to one more worthy of his claim, if only because his gaze strayed over the painted blood of the strangers.

And soon, he would drift closer to Cygnet, though still allowing her room--but his gaze never left the two summoner.