Swiftcurrent Creek the nights were mainly made for saying things you can't say tomorrow day

a boy arrived - huffy, it seemed, though if this were standard border practice of merely an angsty adolescent she had yet to determine. no names were offered or demanded, no introductions, merely a question laced with trace amounts of sarcasm. she paused a moment, briefly, before adapting to answer in a similar fashion.  "telling me the name of your pack would be helpful. I'm a scout, and I this is the first I've seen a pack here."