Swiftcurrent Creek You were moving in, now you're moving on.

Viinturuth’s call drew the man’s muzzle to swing over his shoulder, champagne eyes falling to mahogany and a small smile pressing to the corner of his lips—though the smile did not meet his eyes. Eshe’s departure would be news to Viinturuth—mostly, Akavir wasn’t looking forward to discussing it any further at this point.

He had fallen for a fantasy, and reality had caught up to him.

“You seem chipper,” he rumbled dryly, noting the quick stride his brother held as he canted his muzzle, pausing his own step to allow the Mayfair to catch up to him.