Swiftcurrent Creek dead grove

He returned his impassive gaze to the Alpha, pausing for a moment. Well, it was worth truly speaking what his plans were.

Your departure, he repeated. I'm not planning on going.
Dovev wasn't sure if this intention had ever been clear to Scimitar, but the arctic creature had always been adamant in pack meetings that the Creek wolves would stay. And they would, for plenty of other packs had broken off and the parent one had still survived. It was how Duskfire and Noctisardor were born.

He could guess and ponder Scim's expectant response, but then Dovev knew there was nothing the alpha could say to sway him.

I want to keep the legend alive. Even if I don't know much about the Creek before I arrived, I know there's much to come in the future. His mouth was a firm line.
If it were to keep going, anyways.