Swiftcurrent Creek sweeper

Winter was harsh for a lone-wolf—he was surprised to hear she had chosen dispersal then—even more so that she hadn’t tried to settle somewhere yet.

Her offer to be a rabbit chaser brought a certain amusement to his features—an eyebrow arching in return. “Sticking around the valley to claim yourself a resident, then?”

A pause given as he settled back to his haunches, trying to piece together this puzzle before him. Youthful she-wolf in the midst pf breeding season that had dispersed in the dire season of winter and somehow, she seemed as chipper as ever.

It was like witnessing something as miraculous as the lochness monster.

“I’m Akavir.”