Mudminnow River we are the greatest pretenders

It was news to the dark agouti wolf that they had neighbors just south of the river – he wondered vaguely if that was where Quill was. Trying to dismiss the soft female from his mind was proving to be difficult, but he made yet another attempt to do so now.
 
A lazy grin began at the corner of his lips, though he remained aloof. “Then if you stay clear to the northeast of here he shouldn’t have an issue,” he spoke, his own tail giving an amicable sweep through the air. The conversation had the ability to shift with weight at the mention of two neighboring packs – and Scimitar held no doubt that the man before him was the wolf who had laid claim to the land south of the river.