Swiftcurrent Creek meadowline

The question had been asked with the expectation of getting some names—what surprised the  dark wolf was how quickly the earth wolf deciphered who had been here—scent alone, and from the sounds of it, given they hadn’t run together recently (allegedly), from memory.

“I want their names,” he rumbled, the demand in his tone softening as he realized the gruffness of his voice. Champagne eyes skimmed over the stranger, glancing toward Arric only momentarily to see what he might think of the situation. “Your friends came in here and attacked us.”

He recognized none of the packs listed and so allowed that subject to slide.