Bearclaw Valley That the past is real II

She regarded him carefully for a moment. In a previous life (one which had been the majority of her childhood) she would have attacked him on sight for coming so near to the borders in spite of the scent markings. Now, she was to both learn and exercise restraint, especially in the presence of their neighbours. 

Her first grin was a bit smug and she nodded. ”Jutht a bit,” There was humour in her voice. His error (being as slight as it was) could be easily forgiven, though she couldn’t help but feel disappointed that their reputation seemed to be little more than a shadow. 

Swiftcurrent knew they were settling there- but then again, the man had looked so lost in his thoughts, he’d perhaps not even realized where he was. 

”We live here now,” She said, as a kind reminder, should the fact have either slipped his mind, or not been passed on from Akavir and Eshe. ”I’m Ameline. You looked a little lotht in thought there; everythin’ alright?” She was fishing merely because she was curious.