Swiftcurrent Creek long into the abyss

Moss lumbered along, pausing now and again to inspect markings left behind by other wolves, or adding her own to them. Their numbers were growing, it seemed; there had only been a meagre few when she'd joined the pack, but they seemed to be attracting some attention. Mostly women, she thought- which wasn't a bad thing, as the pack had been mostly men when she had joined. 

She was lightly surprised to see Arric confess that he didn't know much about the pack's founding. Some aspects of Akavir's relation to the land were still known only to him, it would seem. She could respect a wolf who kept their history to themselves, though it didn't make for much of a story for the newcomer, Bellatrix.