Swiftcurrent Creek i was looking for a job & then i found a job

He was a big guy—rivaling Arric—and yet the complete opposite. White—angelic, he could even say, perhaps inspired by the pale blue of his eyes. Only a handful of scars, unlike the myriad that littered his own aging body.

The man parroted back his name in what seemed surprise—like the Alpha was perhaps nothing more than fable that the wolves of the creek would whisper about. The wandering Alpha—did he or did he not truly exist?

But any amusement or words he had for that thought died as he watched the man wrack his brain, a rapid blink of pale blue eyes followed by squeezing them shut—an offer that he was trying to think. It was like watching Windows Explorer trying to boot up.

Sensing this was more serious than a simple meet and greet, the ebony Mayfair slowly lowered himself a sit—countenance flitting into a look of mild concern before Frederick finally looked to him once more—

Searching for a brother. He knew that feeling—and he felt a grim smile form at the corners of his mouth in silent understanding for the man before him. Given he had just been at perhaps one of the largest gatherings the valley had yet to see, it only made sense the pale wolf sought his company for such a question.

White wolves had littered the area—as much as black, brown and grey. Tall wolves, short wolves. Yet this Adrian seemed to have enough distinguishable features to leave an impression—and as he considered, he felt a certain disappointment filter through him. “I’m afraid I haven’t seen anyone by that description—I definitely didn’t meet anyone of that name.”

He waited for the shattering of hope—the wilt of it. “When was the last time you saw him?”