Swiftcurrent Creek rise to the occasion

Saber returned the soft touches to both siblings, and after all the appeared lupines took their places, he too, settled to hear the news.
Frozen glacials cast a cool gaze around the pack, his auds catching the pronunciations of names.

Saber nodded his thickly maned head in Bazi's direction, a small smile to the snow fae he had encountered and escorted for the small amount of time they had. Such a reminder told him he had yet to talk to Rain, the grey hellion, on the pack information he had finally learned.

At the note of his sister earning the second in command, a tail wag was offered to her direction. He was happy she had earned her spot, and from what he had known deep in his heart, Saber knew the rank suited her quite well.

Soon, Scim dropped the obvious in the mist of the Creek, the exotic femme who was carrying several extra pounds below her, and he forced the skeptical caution from his mind of the girl. She was a fellow Creek, and he would treat her as such, even if she did look as if she was trying to find some ordeal of protection from her previous mate. Disregarding the vice his usually cold heart had for others, he sent the copper eyed femalis a reassuring smile.

His brother had welcomed her home, so would he.
And he would do what he could to keep Shadow away from her, and her young.