Swiftcurrent Creek who almost died of a broken heart

There was a reverence in which she revealed the pups to their father—and he understood why. Three, all perfection, their dark fur pristine, their soft forms melded to one another in warmth and comfort. They were the definition of innocence—and his eyes rove over them hungrily. When he had discussed the meaning of it all with Arric—had tried to pull away from Jakoul’s intentions, and then insisted these were children only for her and the creek—he had been so very, very wrong.

Only moments passed and the man knew he would move mountains for them—that they were indeed Jakoul’s, and the Creek’s… but they were his—and fiercely so. A man that could walk away from such a responsibility or pretend it held no closer meaning was an utter fool.

He had been an utter fool.

“Can I?” He nodded in their direction—he would not misstep under this trusted visit. He wished to hold them, should she allow it—and still, yet, he would place a kiss to her brow—his rumble of contentment continuing.

And so, Akavir would be allowed to spend more time with the pups now, and it started with the man sliding to the den floor, inspecting them more closely, and pulling them toward him for an embrace.