Swiftcurrent Creek up and down the rows of potted ferns

The howl pulled his attention from the very sad looking cache. He had spent much of the day looking through each one of their food stores, growing more and more worried about how they would keep everyone fed through the winter. Thankful for the distraction from his empty stomach and long list of anxieties, Kavik set off in the direction of the unfamiliar call, wondering what kind of stranger was at the borders today.

He arrived to find Rosalie already greeting the caller and brushed up against her as he came to stand at her side. And I am Kavik, the alpha here, he offered with a dip of his head. What brings you to our borders?