Swiftcurrent Creek winter solstice

akavir allowed a glimpse of himself in that moment, and lestan pulled closer, almost touched by a desperate relief. he listened raptly, then shook his head.
"those — wildcats —" the mayfair did not have a tongue for insults! "— would have made a mess of anywhere they decided to put their dirty paws."
but now he peered toward the older man. "do you love this place? you want to keep it, so we shall keep it. it is — beautiful, i think. wild. what brought you here?" 
lestan was hungry for the conversation and thirsty for any touch of history, anything between he and akavir that might be familiar as family. as it stood, all they shared was a surname.