Swiftcurrent Creek Home is where the heart lives.

The swiftcurrent wolves moved in quickly. Bazi at the lead, and he couldn't help but notice she seemed, older, since the last time he met her. The rest of the pack arriving and quickly outnumbering the three from the spire. It was becoming increasingly uncomfortable sitting on the border of both peace and packland without shuffling about. He was nervous, he was not a fighter, and he didn't think he had any right or need to fight. Ferdies words came across clear the condescending scoff that followed last time his alpha claimed "no harm" was non-existent in this situation, instead he simply let the male speak as the captives were returned. Matching the alpha he also moved back, slowly. His golden eyes resumed moving from one wolf, to the next as they stood stoically judging each other. His attention returned to Bazi, last time they'd met she had listened to the irritated loner he was at the time, he assumed she'd listen now. He hoped. Speech thoughts