Swiftcurrent Creek the two weed spots, the two hot glocks

Though he was sure this information would have been very exciting, the small family was soon distracted by the appearance of two very thirsty strangers. Dawn pushed forward to stare in wonder at the woman and the cub who seemed to be of a similar age to herself.

"Remember the rules," he said firmly, not really worried about being attacked but knowing that shewolves could get a bit dicey where their young were concerned. Thankfully, Dawn fell back at his words, though she continued to stare intently at the pair of strangers.

For his part, Grayday held his ground and remained where he'd been before they arrived - lying on the riverbank, dipping his paws forepaws into the water. When a moment had passed and the woman still had not spoken, he beat his tail once, and then twice upon the ground, displaying his disinterest in starting any fights. As far as he knew, these lands were yet unclaimed, and he and his brood had (after all) been there first. They weren't going to just leave because the woman had come along, but neither did Grayday intend to try and make her leave.