Swiftcurrent Creek As my garden grows aches and the turf drinks old rain

we can have a sep thread for Kelsier and Akavir... or BTS? Either way, Akavir's exiting this thread with his grumpy self. <3

A lot happened in the short amount of time the wolves gathered. Lestan was laser-focused on Reverie and the child she held—as he should be. Idly, his gaze drifted down to study the dark man, clinging to a bone, looking far worse for wear than Akavir had ever witnessed. It drew a small frown of concern from the man, who stole a glance to Arric then—the steadfast Beta who tried to reassure Reverie Lestan would be taken care of.

Of course, she did not listen. He felt the prickle of his hackles in that moment—the brazen way she encroached further to the injured man, reaching for him and pleading with Akavir about not making her leave him—despite the pointed glare she had come with. In truth, Akavir simply wanted to give Lestan a moment to breathe—but that became less important to him when Reverie simply put her very young child down once more on the ground—away from the safety of a warm den—at their borders that had not only been threatened, but with a stranger in front of her.

Moss was quick to act—he appreciated it—and his own eyes met hers, his a myriad of emotions… growing frustration and anger—a tinge of sadness.

He was about to expend the entirety of the pack’s resources because Reverie had been in complete fear for the safety of her baby… and now baby Blossom was here—in the most precarious area where she shouldn’t be.

So it was with this growing ire his eyes flicked coldly down to Reverie—“He needs rest, Reverie. And just maybe you should take your pup back to the warmth of her den and away from the borders given you were the one who informed us she was in danger,” he ground out, the last of his words turning to a low growl.

Yeah—his patience was thin in this moment. He looked to Arric, his eyes quietly announcing to his comrade that he was removing himself from this situation for the moment.

And then, to the poor man who had brought home their missing pack mate, he looked to. “May I have a word with you?”