Swiftcurrent Creek Andaran atish’an

he stayed quiet for a beat as arric sighed, only glancing over when the beta mentioned the borders. yeah, fenrith murmured, nodding slightly. i’d appreciate that. his grin flickered back, boyish and laced with a bit of humor as he added, i mean, i’d prefer not to piss anyone else off for a while. once a week is probably my limit. the joke was light, harmless, but his tail flicked behind him with the faintest hint of nerves.

when arric started pointing out landmarks, fenrith’s ears perked, and he turned his full attention to the older wolf. his sharp eyes tracked every direction, every explanation, and he nodded quickly to show he was paying attention. got it. landmarks, caches—pull my weight. i can do that, he barks matter-o-factly.

he hesitated for a moment before glancing at arric again, his tail flicking low behind him. i know i’m probably not the easiest wolf to bet on, he admitted, his voice quieter now, more thoughtful. but i’ll pull my weight. i won’t let you regret it.