rushing water

He gave a small smile at her words of her and Dovev sharing a hunt. The petite she-wolf had been apart of the ranks for almost as long as him, and had proven to be invaluable to the Creek. Dovev had as well, and it pleased him to know that his pack mates were getting along so well -- even cooperating with one another. Now was possibly the. Last stable the pack had been in awhile, and the cinnamon male knew it was not his leading, but the members that had chosen to remain.

"Call for them. If they do not heed the call of their pack mate, then they can miss the grand feast I imagine will be involved," he mused, his hint of a smile growing in to a fuller grin. The pack could use something like this -- a celebration, of sorts, rather than bad news.