Swiftcurrent Creek always rooting for the anti-hero

Arric said nothing. Followed the tracings of the lands. Learned the pathways others took, and made his own. He liked the way the creek bubbled behind him. It was beginning to thaw on and off. Come spring the sound would be louder. There would be the chirping of crickets and birds. There would be fresh prey and Akavir would be a father again. It all made the world seem a bit rosy, but when he came upon Jakoul, he was immediately alarmed.

He rushed forward on large paws. You okay? 

He bent his large head down near hers and offered his side for her to lean against. He hadn't ever been around a pregnant wolf, so this seemed bad to him and worry worked it's way through his chest.