Swiftcurrent Creek a smooth sea never made a skillful sailor

The cinnamon male dozed beneath a tall oak -- his nose buried beneath his tail to keep the winter bite from his skin, and a myriad of flurries had speckled him throughout the course of his rest. It was but the beginning of winter, and he knew it would only worsen. It worried him less now that the caches were better stocked -- though the birth of four puppies was certainly a strain... but it was also the one thing that seemed to delight the pack in these darker days, and while the regal had yet to meet them, he had been keeping close watch on them from afar, often stopping by the den to leave Paar pieces of game he would share with her.

The howl drew him from his slumber, causing groggy eyes to blink as confusion washed over him in a heavy fog. His mind soon sharpened as his ears twitched, recognizing Falwasi's voice, and alarmed that something might be wrong, the Alpha was soon up on his creamy paws, his large form loping in the direction he believed she called from.

Ever since the pack meeting he had seen little of the honeyed wolf. Her scent was still within the pack lands, and so it had assured him that she had yet to take her leave after the pack meeting.. but it did not ease his concern now, as he found her, awaiting in the night. "Falwasi," he murmured, trailing closer. It would be a lie to say he did not worry what conversation was to come and that it involved her announcing her leave of the Creek -- and it also surprised him at how much this twisted his stomach with the very thought.