Swiftcurrent Creek turquoise

His eyes caught the sun glancing from her bronze-kissed fur—golden eyes staring at him as she continued the task she set before herself. An ear flickered at the nickname—his own far paler eyes resting upon the scar traced upon her muzzle for a moment.

“There was a moment,” he offered quietly—not for gossip, but because it had truly scared him. “But Arlette is now the mother to four.”

He was quiet a moment—gaze drifting back to the den she had staked claim upon—had decorated.

Had begun to make a home of.

“You sought out Mae?” His voice was soft—more-so than usual. A cant of his head, and he shifted his weight, shoulders rolling back in a light stretch. Regardless of her answer—he continued: “You seem to have settled here… Your time of repayment is over.” A pause—wondering now her intentions with this news he now bestowed. “You can join the regular ranks of the creek, if you wish it.”

If you intend to stay.