Swiftcurrent Creek He’s a unicorn with a single horn, he has a cup of tea in the early morn

Akavir appeared just as the young wolf had finished telling his reason for being there. He sought to know more about the packs in this area. Swordfish thought that was smart of him. He hadn’t taken the same care when selecting the creek. He had merely waited to see who would find him upon the borders and if he would be accepted into their ranks. He did not have attachment or feelings for the pack he had pledged himself to.

This is Scout. He’s lookin’ to learn more bout the creek, sir.

Swordfish’s lazy brogue lingered on the air.

What kinda information do ya look fer? When yer meetin’ new packs? he asked of their company. It was curiosity that had pushed the question from his mouth. How many had he seen? How many would he go to? If there was any information that he could obtain by speaking with Scout, he would not squander it.