Fox's Glade In Restless Dreams, I walked Alone

His face a storm cloud—only from the wish to get the girl somewhere safe, for now. Arric was right, a certain paranoia lingered around him now like a heavy blanket after the prior attack on the creek. They would come to creek borders, and Akavir would begin to lead to a small alcove of trees, knowing that while his Beta was built like a tank, even he could only withstand so much extra weight.

When they got her settled, then his eyes would drift between both, eyebrows arched, waiting for an explanation on why the delicate flower of Kvarsheim was somehow within their borders in such a fragile and tender state.