Swiftcurrent Creek Left its seeds while I was sleeping

Ah, the usual response when he spoke of his near death, mourning wife, and not even grazing the potential cuckolding she had given him—sorry bro, that blows. Akavir lifted a paw, pressing it to his temple for a moment before chuffing out a soft breath—trying to clear his head.

Arric seemed to withstand his assumption that Jakoul looked for purpose and Akavir shrugged, his own mood turning saccharine. “Tell you what, go check your crystal ball and tell me what she wants, yeah?” Arric could lecture him all day on what a shitty display that had been—that was fair—but assuming what it was Jakoul was seeking wasn’t for either of them to know lest she share it.

“I’ll think about it,” was all he offered. And then, giving his friend a look, brows arched. “Or you could.” She was gone for now—likely seeking the touch of another, and while that stirred a certain jealousy in him, he swallowed it down—she was not his to be jealous of.