Swiftcurrent Creek vast

Solemnly, he took in the man’s words and considered them. The ramblings of a mad man, it seemed, and Akavir had to bite his tongue from a caustic laugh—the two now a perfect match, it appeared. His gaze would drift back only momentarily to the direction they had come from the gathered wolves, and a soft sigh escaped him. “Reverie is unwell,” he offered, careful on his choice words. She had confided in him that many had called her ‘crazy’ — but it wasn’t a term he was keen on using, particularly to a man he didn’t know, nor to describe a woman he barely knew.

“She’s flighty. Her mood rises and falls quickly… A lot of her stories and actions are… illogical.”

When the other mentioned staying to assist, it seemed almost too good to be true—but in this moment, Akavir was not above seeking a more knowledgeable source. “If Riverclan could spare you… We’d be in your pack’s debt. But I understand if you need to get back to them.”