Swiftcurrent Creek You're making me insane

He didn’t emerge from the den—instead, the crooning beckon lured him from around the side, snow hanging from his jowls in a frost-tipped mess as he quizzically looked from Arric to the weasel. He had spent far too much time holed up in the den—aside from when he was sick, and then when trying to ease Eshe’s pain at her heart breaking news of her father.

Still, despite working at digging a new cache, he still felt unease ripple through him—tension—and he knew it emanated from his Beta, who despite all intents and purposes, wore his heart on his sleeve.

“Everything okay?” Because it wasn't like Arric to come around very often, either.