Swiftcurrent Creek can u spare some beans

She was a chipper young thing, and the swarthy wolf felt bemused as Wylla quietly made her exit – sullen in her demeanor. The Mayfair normally would have extended his worry to a pack mate, but given their rocky start, he pushed it aside, waiting to see if she would even prove herself an asset to them. At the very least, she was assisting in border patrol.
 
One ear tipped as the sound of another came from behind them, and canting his muzzle slightly, his eyes flickered quickly over a silver male – another one of the recruits Durnehviir had brought in to their home.
 
At the statement there wasn’t anything wrong with her, Constantine felt amusement quirk at his lips, and he studied her thoughtfully. “Very well. Welcome to Swiftcurrent Creek. Do you have any questions for me?”