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Germanicus left—Wren’s words and passion ignored by the man—leaving only a yawning relief that he would be departing the valley. Relief, and regret.

His tongue darted across his chops—Wren’s voice now simmering, steeped in her emotion as she turned to Tauris then. Her words rankled him—the obvious sentiment that if the Nornir dare try to attack the Gamma, he would be upon her—instead, from the distance—he could hear the offering of a cache nearby.

Perhaps, an opportunity to speak.

His presence was intrusive before, but now he lingered like a shadow in wait. With another wary glance to both women, Akavir began to back away from them—Tauris he only believed to be fair in her presentation to others, and Wren… Wren was dealing with a lot.

Instead, he would allow them to discuss—not yet willing to give his opinion or time to the stone circle wolves after everything that had transpired.

Instead… he would trail casually after @Germanicus—never engaging. Simply taking a small amount of pleasure at watching the man finally walk away from the destruction and pain he had wrought upon the valley wolves.