Swiftcurrent Creek people say we shouldn't be together

Since Constantine returned with a she-wolf of his past, Durnehviir had been plagued with the heaviest of insecurities. Aria's presence within Swiftcurrent Creek had forced tension and frustration upon the Alpha pair and, with one as stubborn as the other, neither seemed intent on formally addressing the issue. Instead, they avoided one another to the best of their ability. It wasn't an ideal solution considering the leadership and - more importantly - offspring they shared, the latter of whom had surely noticed the discomfort of their parents.

She left her cubs in the company of their sire that evening, striking out alone in search of fresh prey. Happening across fresh herbivore scat and tracks, the russet Frostfur lowered her crown and quickened her pace.

The trail seemed to lead her beyond her home, but she was not nervous of venturing into neutral territory. What did rouse her anxiety was the sight of an ivory wolfess who prowled the land's outskirts.

Her task immediately forgotten, the dragoness halted to observe Aria's movement. Ginger ears pricked forward, curious, before one folded back against her crown. Durnehviir's stare sharpened somewhat, though she dared not utter a word. Even birdsong from the branches above seemed to cease, silenced with the frostiness of the Alphess' gaze.