Swiftcurrent Creek May all that has been reduced to noise in you, become music again.

The dark wolf had dreaded this reaction from his mate, and the icyness of not just her eyes but in her stature as she lifted herself higher gave him pause. Durnehviir did not bother to voice even an insincere congratulations or well wish to the she-wolf that he considered one of his closest friends, and he felt his brows furrow and his jaws clench.

Instead, she claimed her title once more, and he considered for a moment the reasoning why, and because of that, could only feel disheartened by the news.

"Good," he rumbled, his fiery eyes scanning across the fair features of his feisty beloved. "It's where you belong."