Swiftcurrent Creek Men suffer more from imagining too little than too much.

Trust was something that Durnehviir had always been careful with, but she'd accepted Chusi and her little band into Swiftcurrent's ranks with only minimal hesitation. She was a naturally gentle creature, and willing to extend others an opportunity to prove themselves as she continued to adapt to life as a leader. She hoped that they would not take advantage of her generosity, but whatever optimism she had for the ebony she-wolf seemed to take an immediate nosedive as she meandered into the crimson Alphess' clearing.

The scent that fogged her senses roused a low rumble of discontent within the dainty wolfess' throat, and she pulled herself lazily up onto her elbows to get a better look at the youth who wandered through her personal space. With a twitch of her nose and a brief, uncertain backward cant of her ginger lobes, she regarded one of Swiftcurrent's newest additions with some level of quiet suspicion. It became apparent that this female had been the one to recently stink up her home, and while Durnehviir's instinct urged her to assert herself, she chose to steel herself to gather more reliable evidence

"Of course," the pregnant leader's tail flopped lazily, gesturing with a point of her snout to the spot in the grass by her side in an invite to settle nearby. "Settling in well?"