Swiftcurrent Creek yiron

The boy relaxed only in the means of offering names--the woman shared a more apt description.

He contemplated this--stepping away from the given meat to allow the two travelers to investigate it further should they wish, his own muzzle tipping upward, calling out to the wolves of the creek to see if they knew anyone of the description given--

--of the names given.

The ivory woman had called out prior, but perhaps no one had paid attention. Or, perhaps... no one had any information to give.

I haven't met or seen either, he spoke to them, turning his gaze back to the pair once more. But maybe someone else here has. One of our newer members has been looking for a wolf named Anselm, i believe. Etienne? The heavily accented wolf had only filled Akavir in on some minor details of his past--the name only just familiar given the man shared he wished to travel around the creek in search.

He paused then, inspired by the quilled body behind him. Have you considered looking for them at the pack hunt gathering that is happening across the mountains?