Swiftcurrent Creek & heaven knows i'm miserable now

AW to swiftcurrent wolves, looking for someone to yap to abt milan !!
-- tags for ref . (looks at you xenon)

He'd been playing in the meadow with @Milan only a few hours before. And now, he was back at the creek, patrolling the borders like the good packmate he was trying to be. Stoic face was hardened, cold as he traced along the pack scents. But his mind kept wandering to the Bearclaw doe. Her face, smile, laugh.

All of it played within Frederick's mind like a scratched DVD—replaying over and over only to pause on the whisper of her voice: "Hi."

With a long groan, Frederick squeezed his eyes shut, letting his head hang low, neck stretching out as he stood in place. Trying to force the woman out of his head wasn't working. He needed to be banished, or something. To be executed. That was the only way he'd be able to get the thought of her out of his head.

He opened his eyes once more, continuing to trudge forwards, rather absent-minded, too. A grey lump on the horizon was all that his eyes could focus on. A large, flat rock. Frederick headed towards it, paws eventually firm upon it's base.

The goliath would climb up, laying across the rock. Looking depressed. Feeling depressed. And also lonely. He sighed, trying to convert what he felt now to happiness for even getting to bound with the woman. To share space with her. To know her.

It worked, a bit. But the warmth of her pelt felt so far away.