Witch's Marsh Orion

Esma was not the someone, who would get inspired by any ideas that weren't her own. She was quite comfortable living in her own safe bubble and only, when she felt inclined to, did she expand those margins of that world. It had already grown over the course of the year and the fact that she was okay at being this far away from home was already and achievement. 

"Older, how?" Esma asked, furrowing her brow. After all she had already reached the size of an adult wolf, there was only the experience and maturity lacking to add the final touches. "You are not old," she pointed out to the obvious. "Is your pack, where the moon lives for the day?" she asked curiously. And from her standpoint the question was quite logical: Riverclan's name was derived from the river that fed the area she lived in. By this logic pack's name reflected, what it was.