Swiftcurrent Creek we are beautiful, we are doomed

A she-wolf—her intent to know more of the packs and their claim… by request of the Ajaw.

He gave pause—eyes remaining emotionless, his shoulder brushing that of his comrade in hopes she would not be intimidated for the moment. “The term ‘Ajaw’ means nothing to his pack. Nor do I believe it would mean anything to this valley.”

Still, while she seemed to demand information from them at the behest of what he assumed was her leader—she had provided her name, and so, a light tip of his muzzle was given, though his pale eyes remained fixated upon her. “I’m Akavir.”