When had had a moment, after settling Mae in, he sought out his frost-tipped brother. Eyes swinging over the rugged ranger, he felt the corner of his lips curl up in a darker smile. “@Viinturuth... How do you feel about trying to find the location of the guy that hurt Mae?”

Step one: find the fucker.

Akavir approached, and Viinturuth lifted his dark gaze to regard him with ears pricked forward in interest. He expected an update on the yearling's condition after the attack in the marshland, after her treatment in Hearthwood, but the raven-pelted leader gave voice to a request instead.

He knew Viinturuth would never say no.

His tail lashed in quiet acceptance, a familiar glint in his eye that demanded more information.

Viinturuth accepted with quiet acknowledgement—Akavir released a breath, already feeling the twitch of anger drift through him as he tried to recall details he could give the man before him.

“Big. He’s huge… Reminded me of a bear. Dark pelt and dark brown eyes. Scars. Hopefully I gave him a few more,” he offered, his tail lashing in quiet thought. “Seemed like he was heading in the direction of the creek, but he changed after the attack—East or South, I’m not sure. Kvarsheim also isn't above attacking us, as proven in the past.” It hadn’t been North.

“If you find him… We’ll decide what to do, then. After that… I might need you to go to Akashingo.”

He didn’t love the idea—but the knowledge and reach they held for resources might be one of Mae’s only chances… “I would go, but she needs me here. She needs someone with her… She can’t see.”