Swiftcurrent Creek is that what you're brewin'

It was the mistake of youth to tunnel-vision, as Magpie was; focused only on potential threats that she could see ahead of her. A more experience wolf on alert might swivel their head back and forth, and thus catch sight of the wolf that lay at the base of a tree off to their side. But the little black-and-white youth did not, and her body started at the gruff bark that cut through the territory. Her ears immediately went back, and only then did she look to her side to find the source of the sound. Upon seeing the stranger charging towards her, Magpie sank until her belly reached the ground and whined piteously; she was no threat, nor was she in a position to challenge any wolf that lived here.

At the question, the youth said nothing, but merely smacked her lips gently and swallowed. This display was accompanied by another whine, this time more questioning, as if seeking permission. Thirst, she tried to convey. I seek the waters at our pack's heart.