Swiftcurrent Creek Trades and Hunts and Rivers

Rodyn Ardeth—an Alpha, who represented the moon villages. His brow arched—eyes sweeping over the man who dipped his head in greeting. Gentlemanly—an anomaly among wolves, it seemed.

“Moon villages?” He hadn’t heard of them—his only assumption that these were packs that held a connection to one another, or an alliance.

Lifting a paw, he brushed at an itch upon the side of his muzzle, contemplating silently. A hunt with others—from what he gathered, it would be quite a distance. Was it worth leaving their home unattended? Or perhaps only a spare few would go. Still—beneficial, perhaps, for Cygnet to socialize among others. Perhaps, even, a well deserved break for Arlette and Arric. “We will consider it—but it depends on our pups and numbers in the autumn months. Where is the glen?”