Swiftcurrent Creek Blackfish

She didn’t like lies, not even from children. her eyes became stern, and her frown increased slightly, slicking her whiskers back against her cheeks. Wolves didn’t look like this when they were searching; they looked like this when they were running. 

She might have uttered a growl of warning had Akavir not shown up for the conversation. She’d noticed the way he’d gentled his expression when he’d seen the young man’s injury, his tiredness. soft heart, she thought, as she watched him greet the boy. The boy had perked up a bit as well. Just adding to his façade. 

Regardless of whether he was running or searching, it was clear he needed help, and that he had a strong heart. She lifted her chin when he asked what she hoped he’d realized was a dumb question, as if to say what do you think you’re looking at? Of course she was trained to fight. 

She already knew she was skeptical of the boy, and that he likely brought trouble. She allowed Akavir to do the questioning, while she kept the boy in the heat of her gaze.