Swiftcurrent Creek 'Cause I told you my level of concern

The fiery wolf seemed respectable enough—an introduction of name, and a request to join with the offer as a hunter. Swiftcurrent Creek almost had one pup per adult in their ratio from the past season—not a number he and Arric had considered would happen, and yet here they were—expanding, and yet still with so many hungry mouths to feed.

“Another hunter is always appreciated,” was the reply given, a light cant of his muzzle given as he assessed the other. “There were more pups born to us this year than we had thought would happen—saying that, we have a number of skilled wolves among us… healers, guardians, hunters, scouts…”