Swiftcurrent Creek alpha and omega

The she-wolf was quick to remedy the situation – the beast of fury that threatened to reveal at having her home so quickly disrespected was sated only by the quick display of humility and subordination. Her eyes regarded the girl then – the youthful appearance of her, the fiery pelt that was somehow shrouded by darkness.

Lethe hummed a crooning growl in response to the single answer, beginning to trail around the girl as if playing a game of cat and mouse. Of course she wasn’t – clearly, the rogue held no real threat, but appearances needed to be kept, and the lady of the Creek was not about to show mercy upon the first soul across her lands, only to have her flee and whisper the rumors of Swiftcurrent Creek’s weakness.

No, she couldn’t have that.

Nothing else was uttered by the girl then, and withholding frustration at the waste of time and energy, Lethe allowed her rumble to escalate slightly as she paused her footwork by the stranger’s side. “You’d best remedy it then and get off these claimed lands,” she pushed gently, albeit verbally. Her eyes fell then to study the yearling’s features, only then softening as she realized her youth likely played a role in the mistake. “Unless you seek a home.”