Swiftcurrent Creek The roaring seas and many a dark range of mountains lie between us.

The reserved man made an offer to scout, and Akavir gave a small nod. He seemed ready to need a task, and given he had just arrived to their territory, it would be beneficial to them. “It would be appreciated—your scent would be unknown to them, and shouldn’t linger too long given you’ve just arrived.”

He paused, assessing the other, his tail giving a thoughtful lash through the air. “Just stay safe. They aren’t a noble crew by any means.” And then, when his muzzle drifted into the direction of the wintry wind, he gave a quick glance around the land he had claimed as home—his birth land. “You speak of villages. From where do you come from?”