Swiftcurrent Creek Still I kind of like this feeling of being left behind

When warned that there might be previous inhabitants come back to reclaim the territory, Moss set her focus to patrolling the borders and reinforcing the markings left behind by others. She learned their scents, deducing that there were indeed about 6 other wolves in the pack. A small, but resilient band she felt would likely grow. From what she could tell, there was one other female in the pack who could possibly attract unwanted attention for at least the next week while she was in season, but how Akavir and Arric wanted to deal with that was up to them. 

The scent of a red fox was the only thing that gave her any pause at all. Aside from prey animals coming and going, she didn't detect the scent of any unwanted trespassers just yet, and the fox was of very little concern. Aside from being thieves and occasionally carrying disease, they weren't an active threat nor were they worth the expense of energy it took to hunt and chase them down. She marked the tracks the fox left behind as a warning, and continued along the borders.

Jasmine had done her own deductions over the past couple of days and decided that now might be the perfect time to hone those scouting skills Bartholomew had once suggested she could pursue as a purpose and a trade. Hell if she’d stick around while all the girls and boys were gettin’ frisky. Ew. She’d settle to see the aftermath, which would show itself in due time in the pitter patter of tiny paws.

Yeah, she’d deal with that then.

Though she tried to make a clean break from the Creek to save herself from any awkward encounters, she couldn’t help but find herself distracted by the absolute unit who trailed along the borders. Gosh, these wolves made giants here!

Hey! Jasmine called out with a cheery grin. This one smelled very normal, what a relief! You patrollin’? Find anything interesting?

The windswept woman who called out to her had a bright voice. She didn’t react, given the fact she recognized the woman’s scent as one belonging to the pack. A packmate was not a concern, nor was it of great interest to her. She drew in a deep breath and exhaled slowly. She knew she would have to be social. 

The first answer was ”Yes.” She was patrolling. But as for interesting? The woman with her clear, sunny gaze was more interesting than a passing fox’s scent. She grunted. With a shrug, she admitted disinterest when she said ”Fox.”

Well, wasn't she a sunny one.

A sigh told Jasmine she'd interrupted something. Solitude, perhaps. At least, she assumed. All fine and well. She wasn't a very talkative one either.

Jasmine peered across the borders, but she saw nothing much of interest there. No fox and the giant's feet, either. So maybe the critter hadn't been very interesting to her after all, and still, Jasmine met her with a slow and careful, Ooh... cooool...

A pause - and then, y'know, this patrol doesn't sound very interesting, to me or to you, and she skirted her way around the woman and would aim to sidle up alongside her, but I bet some good company would make it a lot better!

After all, she seemed a great kinda coconut to break. Stoic, and huge - as long as Jasmine didn't annoy her so much that those big ol' teeth came crunching down on her!

Moss wouldn't have taken offense if Jasmine had become disinterested, knowing that the patrol was expected to be like a smoothe flight- no turbulence expected. Instead of finding amusement elsewhere, she lodged herself in as a great big air pocket, intending to swallow up the guardian's peace. Moss wondered if this was intended to be at her expense- she regarded the woman, with her bright jade eyes framed with unruly waves of fur, and saw an adventurer. 

She couldn't recall the last time she had been as excited about something as Jasmine was about this. She as immune to the sort of infectious energy that Jasmine had, but she tolerated it reasonably well, for the time being. She sighed, and nodded solemnly. Not so much an agreement, but consent that she could travel along as she wished. 

Moss began to move. Her pace was slow, as always. Her packmate was welcomed with silence which she assumed would be broken pretty soon.

Jasmine did look to Moss with a sunny disposition, her spirit, unbreakable! Even if the other she-wolf looked less than half amused. A sigh and a nod was all the other wolf gave, and inwardly, Jasmine tsked. So serious!

But Moss hadn’t shoed her off, and that was something, wasn’t it? So Jasmine fell into… some kind of pace along side her. Honestly Jasmine could only call it sluggish, like tree sap in the winter time. She didn’t expect for patrols to be races, but surely they were supposed to move a bit quicker than this?

So Jasmine found herself a few skips ahead, and decided she would round about and backtrack if she took a few skips too many.

So, like, I know you haven’t been in Swiftcurrent long, Jasmine said, and she’s certainly no spring chicken, so what’s the coolest place you’ve ever lived?

Jasmine reminded her of a child. One who wanted to learn, but who had too much energy to focus on just one thing at a time. It was tolerable, in children, and in most adults she'd find it annoying or immature, but Jasmine was quite genuine. She assumed Jasmine perhaps had spent much of her life in summertime; naivety was not an admirable quality, but it did make her endearing. She knew very few wolves who lived as many seasons as she had without losing a considerable amount of their eagerness. She'd never wish that upon a wolf as bright as Jasmine, though she knew with realistic dread it would likely happen to her at some point. 

She did have some humour in her, though it was quiet and dry. She didn't bat an eyelash, as Jasmine frisked ahead, and then came at her with a question which she likely thought might inspire Moss to be more loquacious. "The Arctic." It wasn't the most interesting place she'd lived- but it definitely was the coldest, so she felt it met the question well. She glanced in the young woman's direction to see if she'd caught the play on words.

She would continue to patrol along, entertaining the playful woman's questions, without losing track of her goal.