Swiftcurrent Creek compa

*whistles innocently* Don’t mind me!

There was something about Silvertongue's scent that sparked a sense of familiarity within Eshe that she couldn't explain. She'd occasionally smelt it upon the coats of the pack's upper hierarchy, which told her that the stranger was an ally of some sort. However, a great deal of mystery still shrouded it; who was she to question why the other wolf so casually strode through their territory?

When Eshe caught wind of the scent, she followed the trail to the stream and chuffed as she approached from behind.