Swiftcurrent Creek tu olor

He knew of the hollow and gave a mild nod—it would seem a fair place to settle, and thus far, he held the impression that these Riverclan wolves were at least a friendly sort—as was Kvarsheim. She spoke of trade—and he idly wondered where Lestan was. Wasn’t the boy supposed to be involved in these matters?

And then he had a sudden realization, and if he could have, Akavir would have scrubbed a hand right down his face. Lestan had mentioned with great fondness a she-wolf from Kvarsheim he had met—was he off romping around with her right now?

Amusement coiled in his chest, but he only offered a rumble of acknowledgement to the girl, gaze idly drifting to Arric to gauge his expression before looking back to her. “Swiftcurrent Creek,” he mused dryly, aiming to keep life simple. They were wolves aiming to claim the creek—they would simply abide by its name.

“And what does Riverclan stand for?”