Sunspire Mountains and they will run you down, down 'til you go

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sunflower eyes watched with interest the trajectory of hex's father and the wolves who followed him. a woman and one very young, and a slender, youthful man who almost put her to mind of —

vale-perfumed and graceful, tousaint emerged to approach the travelers. from her high stone perch, muskrat could see that his stance was friendly, though she could not make out his words. 

so far this seemed a chance meeting. but muskrat found one thing unforgettable: that hex had not suggested they protect swiftcurrent creek from themselves. in fact, he had declined her mention of danger, willing to shed blood for what the ridge needed. 

now hex's voice attended her again, and she mused heavily upon it. taking akavir would bring down the wrath of a far larger pack with its alliances upon their raiding-group. 

taking akavir would strike a large blow to the heart of the valley, so fiercely bold as to be terrifying.

and then there was her confidence it could even be done. the creekwolf was a warrior and more than capable of killing in his own right. only a fool would underestimate their enemy.

but was akavir truly that?

muskrat would make no such choice alone, and so for now she remained cloaked in a light curiosity and the great shadows of the sunspire, at a distance but with sharp eyes roving all that went on.