Blackfoot Forest trust takes years to build

The ebony warrior listened as the two loners that didn't seem like loners as they led the subject to packlife. The tawny yearling seemed to be a little bit off, as if he was acting and he frowned slightly. He could believe the dark warrior, seemed friendly and trustworthy enough but he needed to question the green eyed male. "Is that so?" he asked in a mildly curious voice. "Lucky I'm from a pack huh? Have you ever heard of Swiftcurrent Creek before? Did you purposely come this way?" he asked pleasantly, accented voice light while midnight blue eyes twinkled.

Perhaps if the yearling was true and really wanted to join the Creek, he would offer them a slither of information. But if they didn't, who cares? He might be a wolf of the Creek now but he felt no loyalty towards them. They were not welcoming or anything when he joined, might be a bit of his problem but still. And it seemed as if a light curse lingered over them, problems everywhere in Swiftcurrent.