Swiftcurrent Creek the man who sold the world

AW, but he's looking for @Arlette and @Cygnet. Other tags only for reference.

The coldness was creeping in. Each day, the creek wolves woke with frost blanketing the plants and trees of their home. There was a certain trepidation in the man now—winter was inevitably around the corner, and he had quietly hoped that his children would have returned by now—particularly @Mae. The girl had left in anger—lost, confused—and while he had desired nothing more than to follow her, plead with her to return home where she could be safe and loved—he knew it to be fruitless.

Anytime she gazed upon him, it had been with the utmost hate.

He could only hope time now, would heal—and that perhaps one day she would see that in all he had done, it had been to try to protect her. To protect the creek, and it’s wolves.

Somber in this, Akavir grasped the small gift tightly in his jaws. The creek held one pup now—one youth, as well, but Cygnet remained the smallest. And so lingering close to the areas he could scent @Arlette primarily, the Alpha dropped the single deer brow tine he had come across—as well as the rabbit he had hunted down earlier before offering a low crooning bark to see if she was within the vicinity.