Swiftcurrent Creek You say that you're leaving, well that comes as no surprise

Akavir nudged his friend, gaze still steadfast upon the she-wolf of his past. Those days had been hard—terrible, even. His desire to live for his family what truly spurned him on, and the assistance of the sisters. And then when he had returned…

Well. It had been far from any fairytale ending.

“I’ll take her,” he rumbled, for both of them to hear. Not because he distrusted Arric—but he had a feeling Moss would seek comfort perhaps in a quieter tour—and if given the option, he almost imagined she would have preferred neither to accompany her while she settled.

And so, he would be quick of it, and then allow her space to gain her bearings.