Swiftcurrent Creek [m] Got to let go, we can dance like there's no tomorrow

Just assuming akavir and arric hadn't really left, since lestan only just got back.

Off to the side, closer to the woods, Akavir had taken to giving the she-wolf space when Lestan’s footfalls had been heard, signifying the man’s swift return. Off to the side, it was clear the girl hadn’t seen him—nor Arric, and as Lestan murmured to her, Akavir felt a very private moment between the two of them.

He stood then—eyes watching the girl who was watching his distant cousin as if he was a juicy steak, and his shoulder grazed Arric quietly, uncertain if his Beta also fancied the girl when he had made a comment about Lestan sharing her.

The two could figure it out, he hoped.

And then—to garner attention, because if things escalated any further between the two lovers it would border on terribly awkward—Akavir cleared his throat with a chuff. “Lestan, are you okay to look after your friend? If you need anything, you can call…”