Swiftcurrent Creek you never thought we'd go to war, after all the things we saw

It shifted to the wayside—the lighter conversation. Instead, his features settled with a light frown, a brow arching as she determined they were exceptionally vicious—really bad.

But also lovely.

“I’m starting to think you’re the only one left that can see the good in everyone,” he decided then—wondering how the creek wolves compared to these others. ‘The Saints,’ it would seem, had done a word play with their name.

His features darkened. “Is that how you both knew the clown that thought he could walk past our borders?”