Swiftcurrent Creek Nile

“I can smell someone.”

“I smell someone, too!”

“I see someone!”

Settle down. And sit, don’t slouch. The large pups made for an anxious little army, jostling for a position, squirming in their seats. But they understood when it was time to be serious; their mother had that look about her. Keep quiet until you’re spoken to.

River kept her posture humble, squinting at the dark figure who approached. His panther stride was familiar, and those champagne eyes were a dead giveaway. She followed his gaze and withheld a conscious smirk as he beheld her brood, but the pride she felt in merely glancing their precious crowns, all in a line, could not be dressed down.

Akavir of Swiftcurrent.

Introductions had been the last thing on their minds at their first encounter.

River Sandraudiga. She bowed her head. I hoped to introduce my children to the nearest pack. See if any were open to accept eager minds, and mouths, into their ranks. Hopeful, but not desperate.

As much as she wanted to gloat and imply his relationship to her children, the huntress had more tact than that. She allowed room for his denial, or refusal to accept that these children had anything to do with him. She remained silent in the event there were prying ears listening for things he wished to keep unheard. Though her gaze harbored knowing, her expression remained dignified.

She began to gesture languidly to the young ones. This is Consequence, Ramification, Repercussion, and Fallout.

“I’m not Ram’fication! I’m Jet!”

The other three began to rattle in protest.

Apologies. I meant this is Campaign, Jet, Creek, and Harrier.