Swiftcurrent Creek sgàilean

AW but Constantine is seeking out @Mahler

Their ranks were not as buffered as he would have liked, but he felt they were finally beginning to build a pack of wolves who had either proven their worth or their loyalty, and for that he was grateful. Chusi had bore her punishment with a grace he appreciated, and while he worried about winter and feeding the mouths of six whelps, he made a special note to himself to organize a gathering for the youths of the pack, perhaps to introduce them more formally to the skill of a small hunt.
 
The most elusive of their members to the stocky wolf was @Mahler – the wolf with the thick accent. He heard little of the male, and saw little of him – but his presence was thick within the creek, though it also spoke of small travels, trailing outside the borders quite often.
 
He was curious as to why – but more so, he was curious of the wolf he knew so little of, and so the swarthy shaodwrunner stalked through the foliage of the creek, his eyes drifting from the leaves that only now were beginning to tint the color of autumn to the paths ahead, seeking out the Gamma.

he was near, hauling leaves from a large and empty badger set. with the thrumming of cold in the air, mahler suspected a den to fit two wolves might be necessary. it was busily that he had worked, clearing out the old droppings and broken twigs; debris had tangled in his pelt, but he would groom later.
the awareness of another tipped the scale toward ceasing work; mahler pulled himself from the set and lay his hard lavender gaze upon the elegant man who led swiftcurrent. he was quick to approach, with a bearing to his body that inferred deference. "constantine."

His eyes brushed over the dirt that clung to Mahler, noting it only for its sense of hard work and accomplishment. His muzzle gave a nod to the abandoned badger den – the sett burrowed, but seemingly wide. “For you?” It was simple conversation – the swarthy wolf had noted the grey wolf’s proximity to Wylla during her time here, and wondered briefly if the wolf held hope she would return.
 
He paused, his tongue tracing his lips before ducking his head in neutrality. He wished to get to his real reason for being here. “Your scent is found outside the borders quite often. I appreciate an extra set of eyes on the territories surrounding us.” He paused, his wolfish brows lifting as he rolled his shoulders back before releasing an exhale. “I was wondering if you have any information on the neighbouring packs in the valley?”

"ja," mahler answered, fighting any show of his immediate annoyance at having slipped once more. "for me, yes." for anyone, truly, but until such a time came where the shelter might be needed, the man had intended to occupy the renovated den. but it was not why constantine had come.
mahler had visited no packs, for he preferred to avoid the company of wolves outside of those in the creek. and even within the claimed lands he kept to himself. yet somehow he did not think constantine would appreciate such an answer when mahler's own frequent forays were clear. "very little. i make such trips for plants." it was not a lie; the musiker by now had laid by an impressive stock of carefully dried stems and late blossoms.