Swiftcurrent Creek cancel out the darkness

For @Arlette and @Arric

The pheasant swung from his jaws—his stride purposeful. When he came to the den Arric and Arlette kept for their family, he found most of them outside—the sun still basking high in the sky, though as afternoon lingered, it would begin to dip lower… and with it, the temperature. The snow would come soon—the timing of so much could never have been poorer.

Bribing the attention of the kids with the prey bird, he nudged it toward them. “Practice your cleaning skills, yeah? Make sure you save some of those feathers for your mom,” he offered, a small grin pressing to the corner of his lips.

With that, he moved closer to the Beta pair, a nod given that they should move a bit away from the more youthful ears of the pack—there were things to discuss.