Swiftcurrent Creek Blackfish

Her gaze travelled from one of the boy's dark blue eyes to the other, and back again, searching for any sign that he wasn't telling the truth. Her gaze flicked past his face, to the wounds healing on him...Gashes, long and horrible, full centimeters apart. In his face, which she beheld once more, was the softness of regret. She'd neither been wrong, nor had he been lying- he'd been both running and searching. 

She exhaled softly, releasing some of her tension. Her features did not brighten, but softened slightly; from pumice to marble, stony still. A communication of her consent, if Akavir wished to believe it as such.