Swiftcurrent Creek we are beautiful, we are doomed

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Akavir watched the honeyed girl make her way to the borders—a yawn revealing the sleepiness that clung to her like a soft blanket, noting the sun had not even risen yet. Sleep eluded him these days—@Jakoul had given birth to their children and the man had yet to see them—the thought disconcerting to him.

Before he could announce his presence to the new she-wolf, a sharp howl beckoned the creek, and with a jerk of his muzzle in the direction of the call, the swarthy Mayfair quietly directed @Pan to follow, swift in his movements as he drew closer to their visitor on the borders.