Swiftcurrent Creek dead grove

Scimitar caught the careful question -- his gaze straying over Dovev's features as he took in the meaning. Carefully, to test the waters, his wolfish brows arched. "Our departure," he spoke then, encompassing the pack. Whether the ivory warrior considered himself as such too was about to be revealed, he felt, and he rolled his shoulders back in a leisurely stretch, awaiting the answer.

He was quite confident that the members of the Creek would happily leave -- if not practically skip out of here. Galileo was a wolf who was uncertain though, for the man had not been seen in weeks. Star, also, would likely not go -- and the cinnamon Alpha would not find himself discontent with that decision, given that each time she decided to defy him or her superiors in the ranks, he desired nothing more than to set his fangs on her.

Scimitar's patience had fled fully, and the only wait they had was to simply settle a few things within their current home before they departed.