Swiftcurrent Creek playing with a stick of dynamite

It got better, of course: the woman had sung instead of talked, and he laughed again—perhaps there was some truth to the old myths and fairytales. Either way—Arric had potentially been a bit smitten given his description of the girl, but it seemed she was completely off limits. If the large man was ever interested in family, Akavir held no doubt there would be opportunities within the creek—or, at the very least, Riverclan or Kvarsheim. @Silvertongue came to mind—and a lick of fire curled in his stomach.

“Hence why I need a bit to collect myself,” he reiterated, at his friends initial anger. “I always liked Maia—she was one of the founders, along with her mate. I never dreamed they would…” He trailed off, a sneer curling at his lips. Yeah, he definitely had to consider the angles to approach any of this first, else he’d react in a way he might regret.

“She didn’t even seem phased by it…” And with that, he sighed. “It’s to some guy in a pack called Akashingo. Ever heard of it?”