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

Moss caught the glint of Akavir’s eye, but didn’t react. She knew she was likely behaving in a brutish manner but it worked. The stranger needed to see them as powerful, and Akavir’s story about flinging a wolf into the creek merited little more than a blink from Moss. 

It could have been a lie, or the truth. She decided it didn’t matter which was told as the wolf asking for information was a young rogue, pestering them for information without really giving much in return.