Swiftcurrent Creek sgàilean

His eyes brushed over the dirt that clung to Mahler, noting it only for its sense of hard work and accomplishment. His muzzle gave a nod to the abandoned badger den – the sett burrowed, but seemingly wide. “For you?” It was simple conversation – the swarthy wolf had noted the grey wolf’s proximity to Wylla during her time here, and wondered briefly if the wolf held hope she would return.
 
He paused, his tongue tracing his lips before ducking his head in neutrality. He wished to get to his real reason for being here. “Your scent is found outside the borders quite often. I appreciate an extra set of eyes on the territories surrounding us.” He paused, his wolfish brows lifting as he rolled his shoulders back before releasing an exhale. “I was wondering if you have any information on the neighbouring packs in the valley?”