Swiftcurrent Creek Wat's it gun' -- wat's it gunna be

I failed at this thread. Fading here.   <3

Not surprisingly, two of her young had stolen away to follow her toward the borders. She eyed the pair with a sharp glance as they drew nearer, silently warning them to stay by her and not venture too close to their unknown visitor. Viinturuth obeyed her silent demand while Talos, the most stubborn of her offspring, pushed forward to place herself directly in the stranger's path.

Scooping the dark cub with a paw, the russet Frostfur dragged her backward and shoved her gently to the side alongside her alabaster brother. A snort in the pups' direction confirmed her irritation and, as she made to turn back to the male who'd called for attention, she noted with gratitude the arrival and quiet support of her ashen pack-mate, Clock.

"We have called the Creek our home for some months now," she said, feeling that their pack was hardly "new" as the Sunspire scout saw fit to describe them. It was strange to Durnehviir that they sent someone entirely alone to the outskirts of a territory claimed by wolves they didn't know and after a brief introduction and exchange of information, she watched the one dubbed Pyro retreat toward his home. She nudged her children together when he was out of sight, planting a rough lick to the base of her son's pale lobe, and willed them to follow her with a soft chuff.