Swiftcurrent Creek but the days are cruel and mean

“Guard,” he agreed, a tip of his muzzle in greeting and acceptance as he waited for her to catch up. Once more, he would begin his prowl along their borders, stopping every so often to mark, whether the ground or a tree with his claws. Every so often, his eyes would shift to the she-wolf.

“You should know…” He began, tongue swiping over his lips momentarily. “We’ve had trouble with band of wolves. Chased them off so far, but we think they’ll be back.” He paused, assessing her then. “Do you fight?”