Swiftcurrent Creek tu olor

Her eyes sharp on him, she spoke of her pack. How serendipitous, or something like that… His brows arched for a moment, wondering if she worried about her neighbors now and the state they remained… if the wolves of the Creek would bring down utter chaos to the entire valley. 

His gaze sharpened on her now as she spoke—boldly. His eyes only then took a moment to rove over her—study her in such a manner. And what is that ‘something else’?

Of course he believed to know what she meant. If she was so bold as to place such an offer down, he wanted her direct words rather than implications.

But he would allow her an out on that conversation if she so desired. And what is it you hope the Creek wolves can offer Riverclan?