Fox's Glade In Restless Dreams, I walked Alone

Summoned—Arric’s call was insistent, and the creek regal responded in kind, his strides lengthy as he sidled up between the other two dark men, eyes focusing upon the collapsed form of the timid dove he had found upon their borders prior. Lestan’s friend.

Arric was about to allow her down, and Akavir gave a shake of his head, hoping they would stop—their frantic words shared something he had not fully heard or comprehended yet, but instead—“Listen, get her to the creek--don't jostle her too much, Arric. She can rest there, and you can both talk then, okay?”