Stone Circle the man who sold the world

She stirred at the idea of going with him—eager, he assumed, to roam while she could, before being tied to the creek, heavy with pregnancy and then to newborn pups. A light frown played upon his features—disliking the idea—not the companionship of it, but because he knew not what to expect of this place—but it would be a discussion tabled, for an aged man came toward them, his form proud yet patient as he greeted them.

Not Taktuq, he noted, knowing Reverie’s words to ring true—apparently, the woman was not here with them any longer.

“Hello,” he offered, a shoulder brushing to Jakoul in reassurance. “I’m Akavir of Swiftcurrent Creek—prior to our formation, I had spoken to one of your leaders here of an alliance before we officially formed.” He gave pause, looking to the man, wondering of his reign here, if it were so. “I came to discuss if this was still something that would happen, as I heard there was an adjustment in leadership.”