Swiftcurrent Creek the aftermath

He sought her out now—for as much time as they had spent in the final moments of her season, the she-wolf had become a shadow to him now. Her scent cloying—there—but she remained unseen by him.

So with a pheasant gripped in his muzzle, the wolf stalked with purpose now, trailing @Jakoul. A mystery to him, it seemed she might remain so, but at the very least, he needed to ensure she was well—if not happy.

Flurries danced the air—and when the snow melted to spring, it was likely the creek would see new life. It was a sobering thought.