Blackfoot Forest Aislingean

Spirits, he’s sweet. Why is he apologizing? She stretches out to finish grooming her toes and the pads of her feet before returning his look.

“All of them,” she’ll smile. “There’s three. I’ll give you the rundown:

“First there’s Swiftcurrent Creek. Warriors. Big. Strong. A little elusive. We think of them as the valley’s first line of defense should anything happen- though don’t worry. It’s mostly peaceful here,” she grins.

“Then Riverclan. They’re healers. Very wise. Very honorable. You know the type.”

“Last is Kvarsheim. Come to think of it, there’s not really an identifying trait about them… except they work hard and are sort of like a big family of misfits.” House hufflepuff, if such a thing existed in the realm of wolves. “That’s where I live.”

“So now Kinloch- where to?” Her tail flicks into a low wag.