Swiftcurrent Creek witch hunt

It was unfortunate he couldn’t take Arric with him—the two worked together with a precision he had never had with an other before when it came to battling at one another’s side, and he held no doubt they could certainly offer an important message to the woman stalking Reverie.

If there weren’t pups within their home, he would have thrown that caution to the wind and taken his Beta—but there were simply more important things to place at the forefront.

At Reverie’s offer, the shadowrunner stilled, shifting his weight before giving a light nod—he didn’t plan to rest long, but some herbs could perhaps help keep any infection at bay. Raising himself, he allowed her access to the teeth gouges along his flank and hip—his thoughts still at the task at hand—

“Maybe Jasmine can also tell this Germanicus then of the threat when she runs the messages to the other packs. He can meet up with us if he makes it in time. The less time we give this woman the better—I don’t want her settling anywhere too long and getting comfortable.”

At the suggestion that more healing expertise was required—he gave a grunt of agreement, a sideways glance given to the pale dove. “We’ve always needed more healers. We need to recruit…”