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The usual warmth in his champagne gaze was gone—the study of the youthful wolf before him contemplative, but not one of friendliness. No, he sought weaknesses—the sharpness of the others tongue indicating a brazen and perhaps foolish temper. Akavir, genial before, was hardened with the mind of his missing mate and daughter, and protecting what remained of his family.

When the other relented—the jerking word and the swift dispersal of the wolf only served to stir at the frosted wolf’s hackles, his gaze following him sharply as he disappeared.

Arielle whispered to him, drawing his focus to her bright and beautiful eyes that held inquisition in that moment. He chuffed softly, giving a brisk shake of his fur and ridding his tension, despite the lash of his tail through the air. “Just some angry kid,” he replied, not bothering to put more importance on the matter than it deserved. Instead, he tilted his muzzle down, though his gaze would draw back to where the stranger was looking to leave to. “So. Are you hungry? Want to try to hunt?”