Swiftcurrent Creek A Wish Fulfilled

The swarthy male had been tracing the banks of the creek, his bright eyes studying the harsh current as he nudged his son, Akavir, further along. Flurries would drift past every so often, capturing the attention of the six-month old boy, much to Constantine's amusement. Ice had yet to pull at the creek's edges, and he doubted it would fully freeze with the rapids--but it would surely be more dangerous, come the winter months. Durnehviir had roots in this land, but he worried of its possible dangers... and the fact that the valley was teeming with packs. None of which they were familiar with.

Akavir bid him goodbye as the wolf moved closer to their pack borders. It had been quiet as of late, and the tension between he and his mate had only seemed to further the segregation of the pack. He didn’t know what lay in their future, and it was hard to focus.
 
But focus he had to—such was apparent when he came upon the snowy form of a she-wolf, her tail tucked further down as she edged uncomfortably close to their home. She seemed fixated on the rustling brush before her, unaware a wolf had come 20 or so feet from her side, and clearing his throat, the ebony wolf lifted his stocky form to full height, his eyes blazing as he studied her.