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

judging by his tone, he seemed less than eager to talk of his time on the coast, of the coast in general, and she merely nodded. she was fairly satisfied with what she'd gleaned from the boy; this was Swiftcurrent, led by Constantine, and they claimed the river. her tail shifted behind her, her weight shifted, and yet she was hesitant to leave just yet. "do you know of any other packs to the south of here, or in the valley?"  a question both to determine their own allegiances, and to see if any others had settled her recently.