Swiftcurrent Creek I am with you.

Now that she had a name, she was pleased to be a quiet guardian, who feared silence very little. The man held his position and she hers, two unmoving wolves who simultaneously turned to look at the same moment when Akavir came into view. 

She watched him for any signs that might mean that Viinturuth was not welcome. Akavir’s family history was unknown to her, and of relatively little importance. When their greeting was pleasant, a joke was made.

The stony wolf’s expression didn’t change. She uttered a soft breath, and stood up. She gave a look from one to the other, and began to saunter off. Let the quiet brother deal with the friendly brother’s jokes.