Swiftcurrent Creek A Visit

A choice was made for her.

He makes his approach with express power, a rippling ridge and flying tail that tells her of his high authority here. A lupine of the deepest onyx and unnaturally large. Before any words can pass between them she coils, tail swaddling her belly, eyes respectfully downcast. She rattles with an involuntary shudder, a consequence of the fear rising up in her throat.

Her eyes dare only to find his shadow as he speaks. He has a jaw that could crush this intruder’s skull, but instead uses it for graceful words. Kind ones. An affable inflection to his warm voice. She chances a glance up while remaining prone.

“Hello… Arric. I am Tauris,” her tongue stumbles over awkward teeth. Rising slightly, she indicates toward the pair of rats between them. “I’ve brought gifts... for the pack of Swiftcurrent Creek,” She noses a carcass towards him. The little rodent was a piteous sight against the scale of his feet. She hoped it was not emblematic of the day to follow.