Swiftcurrent Creek Even if we're discovered, just be sure to wear your best

hope it's ok Vys comes in!

It had been days since her introduction to Swiftcurrent Creek, and Vystra hadn't yet met another member other than Akavir. Today, she found herself trying her paw at hunting. It was a miserable endeavor, on filled with plenty of exasperated huffs and snarls, claws scraping frantically along dirt floor where a field mouse had only just been! Rosy eyes narrowed in defeat, unaware that the mouse was only mere inches away from her rump. If she were going to become a better hunter, she would need better tricks.

The young woman began to dig absentmindedly with a single paw, lost in thoughts of becoming a better provider for this pack. But a movement to her right, this time not a mouse but something else of a small stature. A pup? The pale wolf followed, keeping watch from nearby shrubbery until a familiar face stepped into view. Akavir intercepted the young one with a firm grip of their scruff and a mumbling of words. So this was a child of the pack's.

Slowly as to not startle, though they likely heard her fumbling, the newly appointed Swifty stepped onto the trail. "Agavir." She greeted with a wag of her tail, then pressed her ears forward to zero in on the young child who was now assaulting his ankles. Who is this?