Swiftcurrent Creek flight of swans

With Pala and Viskani’s due date’s approaching, Seal felt the urgency to collect medicinal herbs. However, nothing beyond lakeweed and willow bark could be collected this time of year.

Perhaps another neighboring pack would be willing to share their stores, Seal thought as she descended from the Vale. Though she wasn’t knowledgeable about the Montagne de Cigue’s relationships with it neighbors, Seal felt it was worth the trip.

She arrived, first, at the borders of a lowland territory and made herself known with a howl.

the howl catches jet's attention from where he's stationed on the borders; surveying it. it's where he's spent a lot of his time — besides keeping a ( perhaps unnecessary ) keen eye on his siblings — hoping that he could settle into the role of a pack man. it was harder than he thought, still struggling to consider the creek wolves as 'his family'. forcing himself to look out for them as he would his mother and siblings by spending time on the borders was his attempt to retrain his mind ... though if it was working or not he didn't know.

and so he thought, what better way to test it?

he heads in the origin direction of the howl, golden gaze like twin suns taking her in as she comes into view.

she's pretty is the first thing he notices and he scowls at himself. who gives a fuck, ramification? be a fucking sentry. his inner monologue chides like a sharp tongued viper.

state your purpose stranger. demands jet upon his approach, a loner's suspicion ingrained deeply into the pathways of his brain.

A dark, rough-edged lad met Seal. Despite his demands, Seal couldn’t help but sense little brother energy.

“Bartering,” she states, right to the point. “I live in the Vale and I need herbs that cannae be found this time of year.”

“Ah… but I didnae bring anything to trade. First, I wanted tae see what you need…umm…?”

She turned her ear as if to ask his name.

"What're you called?" she asked.