Swiftcurrent Creek Daddy always thought that he married beneath him

There was a cloud on her features that darkened her in the was it had her mother before. She came by it honestly enough—he imagined not only was it an inherited trait, but something she witnessed on a daily basis with the creek wolves.

Still—she shook her pelt out—as if willing to move on, and he hummed a soft response in agreement before tilting his head up, eyes cast out to the horizon. “Take my mind off it, yeah? Show me how you hunt, maybe? Or track.”

He could use the distraction—and it was a way to see where Cygnet lay in her abilities as a youth, thus far. She was getting older—she would be contributing more to the pack… Especially if they did have pups on the way, somehow.