Swiftcurrent Creek It's difficult to say what's luck and what's not.

Worn, but certainly tethered, he remained. For a rogue, she remained in good health, it seemed, and under other circumstances, he might have considered the beginning of a barter with the dark stranger. He wasn't above hospitality when the situation was warranted. Her timing couldn't have been worse, though.

“Well, Aamek… No deal, sorry. The Creek is locked down right now to visitors.” And that was all he would speak of it—their matters were their own, and he didn’t feel the need to explain further to a wolf who was only looking for a safe haven for only a night.

“If you continue around our claim, further into the valley, our allies might be able to assist your needs better.”

Ears cupped forward, his form straightened—clear in his mannerism that the conversation should end here. He had an injured gamma to tend to, a daughter that had fled to another pack and a newborn to find milk for.