Swiftcurrent Creek rain for the water gods

Akavir studied Reverie quietly—he couldn’t help but feel something was off about the little lamb. Still, she seemed at the very least overwhelmed, and when Lestan agreed, Akavir took a step toward the dark man, another quick once over with his eyes given, ensuring he wasn’t too wounded. A gentle chuff, Akavir nudged the other Mayfair gently, a light frown breaking through his facade for only a moment before disappearing. “Make sure you both get some rest, okay? Do you need anything else?”

Only when the two wolves were both leaving did Akavir sweep his gaze to Arric, offering a light shake of his muzzle and then leaving to check on Jakoul.