Emberwood Battle lines, her army gathers to her side

Durnehviir straightened her posture, tail flagging over her hear as she held her proud head high and thrust her over-sized ears forward. When she addressed the small group, each of the unknown males turned their attention of the young female - leading the russet Frostfur to assume that this sole wolfess had led them to Swiftcurrent borders. Intrigued, Durnehviir settled her pearlescent gaze on Chusi's fine ebony features as she made to offer a very awkward, rambled introduction.

"We did," the pregnant wolfess answered, her curiosity intensifying as her newest acquaintance included that she'd expected the Creek territory to belong to someone else. Nose twitching, her pale eyes roved over the other female's form - she appeared much younger than herself, and likely knew nothing of the pack Durnehviir and her brothers had been born to in the land she and Constantine had come to claim, so ruled out this possibility and doused the brief glimmer of hope that Paarthurnax' whereabouts might come to light.

She cleared her throat. "I am Durnehviir," she offered, noting the forced smile on the dark youth's muzzle that didn't quite reach her fiery eyes. "Sorry to disappoint you. We came from the coast recently and this land was vacant when we arrived," - though we wouldn't have hesitated to drive anyone out if it hadn't been, she mused - "Who are you looking for, exactly?"