Swiftcurrent Creek where the wild things go

The grey clouds rolled above with the same trepidation he seemed to feel as well. The days seemed quiet, but he knew better – the dam was about to burst, and soon the Creek wolves would be flooded with consequences.. whether it was the news of Bazi’s delay, or the havoc Nostisardor Bypass would give them when they realized they harbored the Alpha’s ex (and very pregnant) mate.

He couldn’t simply leave his pack to check on any of the matters himself – and venturing along the borders seemed fruitless at the moment. If they were attacked, they were down three wolves (Kaskara, Falwasi and Kieran) and without them, the regal felt a little more than vulnerable.

So, as his breath furled in to the cold November air, the male found himself a small hill a distance from the winding creek. Trees had fallen, and without further hesitance, the male began to dig just beneath the marker, allowing it to form a roof for a den. He had been here for far too long without a place to sleep at night of his own, and to keep busy, he would make himself one now. Within moments, his paws were muddied – matching the deep brown of his pelt. The ground was beginning to freeze.. he would need to make sure all of his members had a warm and dry place to keep themselves throughout the winter months.