Swiftcurrent Creek When the wind blows

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"I like that. Sounds feisty.. like it should be a monster in a children's tale." He laughed softly at that, a gentle rumbling sound coming from his throat. He supposed it did although in the tales that the mothers in his welsh pack told their children, dragons were saviors. But perhaps here in these Wilds, tales and stories were different. He didn't know, he was just a new wolf here.

"What does that mean?" she asked, a brief smiled crossed his dark face. "It means you are the queen of the creek." he said matter of factly, sturdy paws sinking into the ground as he moved with the silent grace of a panther. "Do you do this often? Walk out and scare newcomers?" his tone indifferent as he spoke.