Swiftcurrent Creek I got my fists on the kitchen table

Akavir went on explaining the lay of the land. A beta, he already had. Instantly, an idea came to mind when said title holder was mentioned.

A playful frown sunk her expression. You've chosen a beta already, without even having me here as a prospect? How cruel of you, brother.

While such a thing would have been nice, Lyn knew she was the furthest thing from a leader—in any sense. But it was still fun to jest, nonetheless.

Her joke of being bossy was caught on quick. He even dared make a show of his authority, and so hastily after her agreement to join too. It won't take me long to settle. Then I can get this little scouting trip of yours done and over with. Where she sounded as though she dreaded the idea of the task, she truly was relieved he'd given it to her. It would be an opportunity to know the territory better and even learn the herd's patterns. Such would be good to know for the following winter season.