Swiftcurrent Creek I tried to help you once

Big Black Beast moved through the packlands. A sense of calm to him, of the likes he hadn't seen in sometime. Oh he still fretted after Cygnet, and he wasn't sure if he could ever fix that broken relationship. Or if he even should. She seemed to like to hold onto her dislike for him.

Arlette wasn't unhappy with him anymore. She had officially taken up a place beside him as both his partner and his fellow Beta. He would need to find @Akavir and tell him she had accepted, but part of him was unsure if he should. Would that cause him to feel bad that his friend was happy? And he also needed to find the time to share that both Silvertongue and Wren were still at Riverclan, missing a leg for the former, but there none the less.

It was with a soft shift of his weight that he chased after the scent of prey. Many of the weasels as they traveled from the underbrush out into the spring like air. Their coats changing colors. This would be where anyone would find him. Nose to the ground, chasing.  Hunting.