Swiftcurrent Creek earth skills

@Arric had recently accepted a newcomer to their ranks, and so when a dark wolf caught his gaze—turbulent like the sea, with which a hint of steel blue glinting from her pelt—he could only assume this was her. Even more that caught his interest was the stark pelt of the fox kill she now cleaned, and moving closer, the champagne pale eyes of the man remained fixated upon her face for now, acknowledging her presence with a low rumble in his chest to draw her attention.

“You must be Bellatrix?” His words soft for now—though loud enough to maintain the space between them, and the man moves closer to the creek edge for now, muzzle sweeping down to take a drink of the cold waters. He felt a certain disconnect from his comrades for the time, and a stab of guilt that it would likely become worse with his potential upcoming travel, rather than better.