Swiftcurrent Creek If they're here to smoke, know I'll go with you

Plunking down by his side, Akavir gave a light smirk—the praise might have seemed light to any outsider watching them, but to understand them… Nothing about this interaction was minor.

She rested, and he pulled his meal closer—feeling uneasy about hogging the damn thing, but surely, after he began to eat it, she would take some?—and both ears tipped forward at her words, a frown pulling at his features.

Before, when he had mentioned the coast, she had been quick to inform him that Arric would be taking her.

“Of course,” he responded—gnawing through skin and then cartilage. “Might have to wait until closer to the fall, though, if you think you can wait that long? Arric will still want to go.”