Swiftcurrent Creek we are beautiful, we are doomed

apologies on this one too! Can also be short if you like <3

Another small wolf, though this accompanied by one with more regal bearing.  Flecha inclined her head respectfully, but as before, did not lower her gaze.  A Holcan always anticipated battle.

I am here at the request of the Ajaw.  They wish to know of your claim and what you know of pack relations here.  I am Flecha.  She left her rank for now, as it would doubtless mean nothing in their tongue.  Her mother’s lessons had left her fluent in a way many were not, but the words still sat oddly as they left.