Swiftcurrent Creek you call out

The one to answer her call was not Haunter, but another male. The smell of a fresh kill came along with Sveinn, and Fox's ears perked up when he arrived. Unlike others who may have been offended by such a gift, Fox was flattered. The Alpha was a greedy soul at heart, and having food brought to her was certainly one way to get on her good side. While she did not always accept it as flattery, she was never one to turn down a free meal. Just the other day, Tuwawi had brought her a muskrat. And before that, Ferdie had shown up on the border with a rabbit hanging between his jaws. And now this. If this was what leadership was all about, she could understand why other leaders were willing to put up with the stress and workload required.

Not feeling particularly hungry right at that moment, Fox took the hare and set it aside for later. Hunger was one of those things that was always coming back, and it would be quite handy to have a spare hare (lol rhymes) laying around when she needed it, especially considering her current condition.

She had not noticed his accent before, but upon hearing his voice again, Fox likened it to Njal's own inflections. “Much appreciated,” she replied. “That word—the one you started with—what does it mean?” she asked. While he seemed eager to leave, she figured it would not hurt to keep him for a moment longer. It seemed there were plenty of wolves within Swiftcurrent's ranks who spoke words she did not understand.