Swiftcurrent Creek blank open eyes watch the moonflower bloom

Vague regarding outcome of the whole meeting with the other valley packs.

Arric was interrogating another on the borders—generally, it was a trio of them that acted as guardians toward the creek lands—Moss being the other. 

Still, a trained eye could see the discomfort within the dark Beta’s posture from afar, and where the man was generally a laid back guy, Akavir had to wonder the reasoning. 

So, he came from the opposite end of the borders—re-entering the creek and casting a glance to both wolves present—the scent not lingering enough in his nostrils for him to place to memory. Instead, as he sidled closer, the Mayfair cast an arched brow to Arric, his silence remaining, though he requested a quiet report if it could be given.