Swiftcurrent Creek tu olor

Arric hid a smile at Akavir. His friend was so gruff, but he was a marshmallow. He was fairly certain and he didn't like others. Sometimes Arric enjoyed teasing by putting him on the spot, but in this regard. Akavir was the leader and thus he needed to make in rows with possible allies as well.

Arric's ears went forward at the mention of trade. Did they wish to do the same here, but he said nothing. Only listened closely, though he did study the small femme while he did so. So tiny. But she  had more spirit than most wolves, he'd wager.