Swiftcurrent Creek Fuck love, nobody could fix you

She spoke of finding him to apologize—to make it up to him, and Akavir found his brows arching in mild surprise, slightly confused by the offer, though feeling a twinge of amusement as well. She was such a shy thing—as if misplaced in this world like a puzzle piece and trying to find the point in which she connected and belonged.

Youthful.

“I don’t make a habit of having wolves repay gestures of general kindness,” he rumbled, eyes fast upon her. Assisting a wolf that had fallen ill, even if only for a spell, was hardly something he found groundbreaking. “Kvarsheim is an ally and as such, it’s well-being is important to us.” And, it was clear, she was important to Lestan, in the very least.