Swiftcurrent Creek He’s a unicorn with a single horn, he has a cup of tea in the early morn

A peaceful haven, Akavir described of their land. He touched on their cooperation with the other packs in the area. It was something that felt worthy of boasting, if Swordfish hadn’t been searching for a place to teach him how to fight. The dark creek leader went on to say that they did not shy away from conflict, when it was necessary.

Swordfish regarded Akavir from the edges of his eyes. He had painted the pack well for Scout. Not too much detail, but just enough information to know that they were formidable. The young seafarer understood why he had a position of leadership. He understood how Akavir had gained followers. The man was intense, but seemed to have an eye for taking care of those around him.

The boy glanced back to their company, wondering if Scout would be satisfied, or if he had more questions burning on the tip of his tongue.