Swiftcurrent Creek earth skills

Her manner seemed no-nonesense—something he was used to, given Moss’s company… or lack thereof. He regarded her quietly—the step from the creed bed, the stare she offered him and the few words. He began to close the distance between them, a wolf coming to investigate his fellow pack mate.

“Welcome to the Creek,” he offered then, still offering her space as his own paws lay their prints to the silt and slush. “I’m Akavir.”

He allowed his eyes to trace away from her and study the waters instead—the heart of their home. “What do you hope to accomplish in the creek?” Not an easy question, possibly—but something he wanted to know.