Swiftcurrent Creek playing with a stick of dynamite

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Bemused, Akavir listened. It wasn’t lost on him the advice and lecture Arric had given him their prior meeting, and knowing eyes would sweep over the male, who likely also was thinking this—so of course, he just didn’t say anything else. With a light clap on the back of his friend’s shoulder, Akavir sat down next to him, gaze stretching out over the expanse of the pack lands, then. “Maybe don’t make a habit of that, yeah?”

He would have teased further—recommending Arric find a woman maybe a little closer to home, but then his thoughts drifted to… Well. To one who his mind just simply shouldn’t.

“Remember how I told you I found one of my daughters? Now that things have calmed down here, I might need to pay one of my old packs a visit and… question them on something she told me.” He paused, becoming more grim. “I just have to gather my thoughts and make sure I can play nicely when I do it.” Because he definitely had some questions for @Maia.