Swiftcurrent Creek You say that you're leaving, well that comes as no surprise

She blinked when her deed was acknowledged. Compassion was not her forte, but her strength had indeed been what pulled him from the frigid waters. Her sister would have been pleased to know that Akavir was alive and well, so it seemed to suit that chance had brought her this way. Moss was not a religious wolf, or spiritual in any way so she figured it to be just an amazing coincidence. 

She was tasked with patrolling and guarding. She shifted her massive paws and rose to a standing position, shaking the snow out of her coat. She gave Akavir a brusque nod and grunted softly. She was not keen for warfare or drama, but was certainly game for the satisfaction of chasing off scoundrels who sought to reclaim the area.