Swiftcurrent Creek where the wild things go

The greyscale male had taken immediately to patrolling the borders of Swiftcurrent Creek each day, and filling the caches up for winter. The hunt had been unsuccessful and food was needed more than ever with the cold season coming up. Yet he couldn't help but feel some kind of disaster had befell upon the Creek, he had these feelings all the time and usually they proved to be true. What this disaster was, he did not know, was it small or big, he did not know either.

Off to find some food for himself, and perhaps a den, he began moving forwards without much of a destination in mind. He hadn't met any of his packmates yet, except for his siblings, Kaskara and Scimitar. Estoc had missed them truly and it was good to see them again, and Saber, though he had not seen his other older half brother yet. Dreams and thoughts pulled him away from reality and though he kept walking, his brain was elsewhere.

The ashen youth shook his head and found himself staring at the back of his brother, was he digging a den? "Lord Scimitar," he called out, softly but clearly and began to move closer towards the agouti.