Swiftcurrent Creek he said he had himself a dark-haired daughter, with long green eyes

still the black wraith kept his distance, even as the shadowrunner rose and advanced towards him. his muscles were coiled, responsive and ready for any sign of assault -- thorn earnestly believed the longer he stayed, the harder he would be pushing his luck.

constantine's snort was met with a heavy frown, but the male said nothing until the creek's stalwart alpha had finished. it surprised him to learn a sedentary pack shared little blood -- an itinerant pack, he could at least understand, as they had the proclivity to pick up stragglers as they went along. but packs with firm borders and little travel often became isolated enough that before long, each wolf was a relative or, coupled with one.

he took a step back, deciding his time here was drawing to a close. he did not wish to test his ability against so fearsome a creature, "it does not matter." thorn answered, ears pulled back. "enjoy the gift."

ready then to quit the imposing male's presence entirely, thorn hesitantly turned his back to the brute, and prepared for the trip home.