Swiftcurrent Creek waiting star

He prepared. The grounds froze over the weeks—the falling snow serving only a reminder that the blazing colors of autumn had been far removed by the glistening ice and frost of the longest season. And there was much to be done.

The beckoning from the border was one that drew a cant of his head—the Mayfair drawing up and considering this strange voice—and even more, the demand—that went with it. A tick in his jaw was the only give away of thought, and placing firmly the winter-furred weasel he had caught at the den step of @Suzu for she and her children, the Alpha made a quick route to where the other waited.

Large—cloaked in unmarred black, with a pile of caribou hides displayed unceremoniously before him. The caribou hunters—the ones he had requested Morwenna to gather information on.

Stoically, he studied the other—uncertain if the man remained a threat or not yet, despite the assumed offering of gifts.

More importantly, what was it he wanted with the Creek’s diplomat?

“Greetings,” he drawled, his own tail curling lightly in the cold winter air. “What brings you to our borders?”