Swiftcurrent Creek You know it's not the same as it was

Moss was a watchful shadow—Akavir, for all he studied of the girl before them, had not expected her fear to be driven by what she spoke of. A pack next door? His brows arched upward, his eyes glancing to Moss quickly before he returned his attention back to the girl. “Does Taktuq still lead you? You have safe passage through here if escorted.”

He was hoping his tone was soothing—words conveying a certain reassurance. While it was not his intent to have other packs simply meander through their lands unwelcome, he was keen on allying the creek wolves with those currently residing in the same valley. If only to a certain extent.

More importantly, though: “What pack next to ours? Riverclan is that way, closer to your home,” he began, muzzle tipping to point in the direction of the stone circles and the hollow—coming from the opposite side, this didn’t bode well for the creek.