Swiftcurrent Creek can't stop

a few weeks had passed now since he'd been in the pack and Benedict was keen to make some connections here. he had met Rosalie and Kavik, though both seemed too busy right now to be concerned with him. their scents were faded from the camp he was resting in. outside his chosen den, the man would lay his muzzle on his front legs and watch the stars above. it was a bit overcast and rain would be on the horizon soon. he suspected in a few hours.

the point was, it was night time. the camp was still and everyone was in bed. he had some trouble sleeping in a new place the past couple of days, so he was usually up. patroling or hunting. doing something productive. he was a bit bored now and didn't feel like sleeping. he'd kept well away from his alphas' den, mindful of their privacy and of their children. the kids were sleeping anyway. it wasn't like he was going to bug them.

movement caught his baby blues and his head would raise. he'd slowly get to all fours, asking quietly; "who's there?"

I couldn't resist. >:)
For reference, dated to April 13th.

The raven wanders, he knows that he shouldn't be this far from the safe embrace of home. Yet, he is too stubborn to admit he is lost. His senses still weak, and it is only fortunate Helios hasn't wandered from the Creek's domain. He stills, shivering somewhat from the damp grass as he hides amongst the ever growing foliage. Outside of the bush he lingers in, is a wolf he has yet to be acquainted with. His baby blue eyes narrow, watching the cream wolf. The dark boy isn't as sneaky as he thinks, for the male stands up. Helios holds his breath; his weak lungs, however, betray him, and he can't stop from coughing.

he moves slowly at the cough, but deliberately enough as he reaches the side of the child. Benedict hesitates, wondering why this one was up and about outside of his parent's den. torn between listening to Kavik saying to avoid the pups and his concern for the coughs, the man tries to smile. "ah, yer here" the scent was an obvious Swiftcurrent member. "ye explorin', eh?" he didn't know whose child this was but he also maintains a safe distance just in case the child's parent(s) come crashing out of the brush. accusing him of murder or tainting him or something. "m' Benedict." best to allow the kid to catch his breath before moving onto other things.

Helios knows he messed up the moment he coughs. Curse his illness. Curse his body. Doomed to fate, the black pup accepts it with whatever dignity is left. He stands, watching the approach of the cream adult with almost disinterested baby blue eyes. Born with weak facial muscles—or simply expressionless in general—, Helios' inner panic does not show, nor does his confusion at the strange accent this man has.

"Ye explorin', eh?" The raven does not know what he is saying, but decides to respond with his favorite word; « Non. » Denial works every time. (Or at least, Helios likes to pretend it does.)

The strange man speaks again. "Benedict". Is he Benedict? The common language is Weird. Helios Tonrar. He introduces, his pronunciation decent for a child, but nonetheless far from perfect.