Swiftcurrent Creek 'Cause I told you my level of concern

The scent of the other drew him to the borders—but he came from the side that was not the creek. A quick scour of the outside of their borders—the incessant need to stay busy. To stay busy…

To not think.

To not think…

To not feel.

A snap of something in the woods that graced the creek had the stranger drifting back—the Alpha recognizing the nervousness that filtered off the form of the other.

He sauntered forward—a wraith among the shadows, until he was closer from behind the other, clearing his throat with a low croon to garner the lone wolf’s attention.