Swiftcurrent Creek silver ribbons

the pacifist spirit in the mayfair man reached directly for her shyness. she had been mistreated, he assumed; harsh words at least. it projected in the way she described her question as stupid, to which she received a passionate shake of his head. 
but the creek wolf listened, drifting closer to the trees through which she had wended. kvarsheim. riverclan. trespassing. he blinked, realizing that there were more in the world than he and akavir and arric, though he was unsure how welcoming his packmates would be of the news.
"well," and here he worried his lip a little. "those are all packs, i expect! well, we are, so i have to assume the others are packs too. i haven't heard of kvarsheim or riverclan, though." and he glanced back along the way the young woman had come.
"you are — well, you were a little close when you found me here. many do not tolerate that closeness. or perhaps you entered their land and did not know it." there were many reasons one might be accused of trespassing. "do you want to stay in kvarsheim, miss ... um?" 
he paused here, gently hinting that he wanted to know her name.