Swiftcurrent Creek all that remains

He seemed to take notice of the regality of her stature – the pride that swelled her chest with each step she took, and yet as ocean eyes roved the dark beast before her, he made no move to accept her dominance with respect of his own. She was a prideful creature – one who did not take lightly when her ego was bruised, and while he was certainly not subservient to her with loyalty, he was waiting upon the borders of her lands and demanding her time. Her gaze would harden with this notion, a chuff escaping her as her tail whipped higher, one tooth exposing past her lips in silent warning to the much taller male. His formidable size did not intimidate her.

”And what do you deem a good fit on either counterpart?” It was the perfect time for a joke a younger Lethe would have snickered, yet she made no such notion to the tantalizing wolf before her. Breeding season was almost upon them, though the she-wolf was past such desires – for now, the simplicity of her life would draw enjoyment only from pleasing her gods and her pack mates, gaining a place to call her true home much more.

The golden female awaited his response –unaware as of yet that little Fox lurked about nearby – the girl skulked everywhere in a fashion that amused Lethe and impressed her. Such a feisty thing, and always on the ball. Swiftcurrent Creek was proving to harbor a few interesting residents, if anything.