Swiftcurrent Creek One night, a few moons ago

He considered her offer—surprised she had made such, given their travel to the creek had been so recent. It made sense—as a wolf to represent them in diplomacy, if they were to take on this extra layer of protection that surpassed the valley and assisted the desert kingdom, she would need to know the faces of Toula and those who pledged themselves to her.

Yet, it rankled him to have her anywhere near there. Near them… given—

‘Pass me the yarrow…’ He blinked, glancing up as she motioned tot he white flower, and as delicately as the Mayfair could, plucked the white flower up, placing it to an outstretched paw, still decidedly distracted.

“Kvarsheim is the pack of wolves by the stone circle, to the Eastern side of us. We’ve had a rocky past…” His smirk was grim—his eyes lifting to meet hers. A tale for another moment, perhaps. “But we’re amenable to moving forward from that. The idea is we will likely send a guardian from both packs per patrol—probably a healer, as well. To try to keep an eye on the lands and the group that is threatening others out.” In truth, unless she wished to make a claim as a warrior or guardian, he wasn't sure this was a patrol he would have her attend on a regular basis.

His eyes traced her smile. “You should know that Akashingo seems to be a better place now with the Pharaoh Toula in its charge. But it wasn’t always quite so… Their politics were, and maybe still are, morally questionable at best.”