Swiftcurrent Creek Blackfish

Words meant very little, and individual wolves rarely caught her attention. Swordfish's promise to fill their caches didn't impress her, though she felt there would not be much harm in giving him a chance. If he decided to be lazy and pull upon their resources without doing work in return, she would know quickly enough and would have no problems booting him back out into the wild. 

Akavir seemed content to offer him a chance to prove himself, and a place to feel safe, so long as he worked. The boy's offer seemed like an agreement. Moss exhaled quietly again. In a monotone voice, she uttered one syllable as a prompt. "Name."