Swiftcurrent Creek i won't tell you how i survived the wreckage.

Moss stiffened slightly when she heard the sound of another approaching, though she was relieved to see that it was Akavir. Her gaze did not linger on him long, so that the newcomer might not try to race to any assumptions about what was going on. If she was here to join the pack- which seemed to be the case- she might get spooked by the recent turn of events. 

She barely acknowledged Akavir's suggestion, as though to imply that there was no reason for her to need to rest. She didn't want Momotzli to be suspicious, and gave her little sign of there being any reason to be concerned at all. The woman's gaze had fallen the moment Akavir arrived; Moss assumed she recognized his scent from the borders, or perhaps she was a bit more bashful around men. 

She blinked, noticing the woman's accent, which was a light surprise. It was pleasant, something Moss found an enviable trait. She uttered a light chuff, and turned her even gaze to Akavir, who would be the judge.