Cedar Sweep Tree Side Acquaintance [Hviske]

She wagged her tail in acknowledgement as he said his name. It sounded almost foreign, but Creed had to get used to that here. Most names were going to be foreign from her homelands. She bounced onto her feet from a sitting position and peered through the undergrowth around them. There was no such luck for hares here with the amount of noise they had made, but it would not be hard to find another one digging a den. It was springtime, and they were due to have their kits soon.

A pleasure to meet you, Hviske. Creed tried her best to repeat it the same as he had said it, but she ended on the wrong 'a'. She corrected herself before proceeding, I haven't introduced myself, either. My name is Creed. She moved away from him for a few steps to scent the air around them. The scent of hare was not far away.

Come, this way. Creed stepped off into the underbrush around them and followed a slightly worn trail most likely laid by the food they sought. The best way to find them is to use your nose. Hares are particularly quiet, but their scent does not lie. Which way is the smell coming from? She quizzed him, interested to see if he could scent it out himself. Some wolves had difficulty with scent, and she hoped it was not the case for him lest she had to find a new way to teach him.