Swiftcurrent Creek But at least I can say I tried

Burdock was neither impressed, nor convinced. Arric had been thrown off the "Almighty Superhero" throne a while ago, because the boy had found it more interesting to question every single thing he did (except his hunting abilities; you did not doubt the skill and intellect of the person, who fed you). "Well, but, how do you know that no one is trespassing allllll-the-waaaaay-there," he pointed out in the general direction of the opposite side of the Swiftcurrent Creek, from where they were currently standing. 

"Territory is huuuuge and there is only few of us," he continued to muse. "And what if the trespasser does not know that you and Akavir can kick ass? What if they do not believe you and say that you are two-weaklings, who could not even beat a dead mouse, if it fell on your head?" it was evident that he had got a little too carried away coming up with all kinds of smart descriptions. He had also paid no mind to Arric's swearing. He was used to his eloquent manner of speech.