Swiftcurrent Creek dead grove

His ivory companion leaded with a question that might have seemed laid back and casual -- but somehow, there was a large pause as Scimitar tried to even formulate an answer that explained it all. He came up with nothing that did not encompass doom and gloom, and a low chuff escaped the Alpha instead, as his stride paused, feeling the eyes of the Theta upon him. "It's been shit," he responded, giving his muzzle a shake. That much would be obvious -- given the state he, and three other Creek wolves were in.

"We've a new enemy in the South.. Blackfeather Woods. We have Noctisardor Bypass to the East.. and thankfully, The Sunspire has been quiet in the West." His aqua eyes sought out for any changing features on Dovev's face -- surrounded in three directions by threats, the majority of Swiftcurrent Creek members were beginning to feel claustrophobic. Dovev, however, had always been the one who had wanted to stay.. but what would he think now? "If we were larger in number.. I'd begin to move to take out at least one of them. But we're not."