Swiftcurrent Creek vast

The frown on the other was not missed—an easy expression given the chaos that had erupted upon the man attempting what he assumed was probably a good deed.

A cat. Akavir exhaled, a light frown pulling at his own features. “Was he at Riverclan healing?” Crowfeather had mentioned they would offer them that resource, but whether Lestan had made it even there or not was debatable.

But… those thoughts were gone from his mind when the man continued—mentioning Reverie. He would have made a comment about how anything regarding the girl was nonsensical—until he mentioned that Lestan might be a danger to her.

Ears pointing forward, his eyes were rapt now, his muzzle canting. “I… What do you mean? Lestan a danger to her?” He hadn’t even considered Lestan able to hurt a butterfly only months before—spare until he had attacked Reverie’s brother.