Swiftcurrent Creek We’re going to need a bigger boat

Within his grasp, a large bowing antler—a perfect victim for puppy teeth that wished to score and gnaw. It was to be a delivery to Suzu and her littles—a visit in hopes he could get to know the she-wolf better, for she was one of their members that remained a mystery to him.

That, and she was from the sea—he wasn’t sure how she and Etienne would feel with a potential predicament between the creek and the ocean wolves.

There was a panicked cry, though—and while Suzu hinted her worry for the creek pulling the child away… he could not help but recall Kukutux’s words, and the band of wolves who were not above kidnapping and luring children.

He swept past the den site, dropping the antler down for the trio of cubs still there—a smile given to them, as if such a thing could trick them into thinking everything was just fine, before he loped after Suzu’s trail, coming to find her.

Lestan—just down the creek, searching. “Hey,” he uttered, reaching a paw down to help her out of the waters if she wished it. “We’ll get a search together. When was the last time you saw him?” A timeframe could give them an idea of how far he might have gotten on foot… or, worse, the current of the creeks rapid waters.