Swiftcurrent Creek what made us think that we were wise and we'd never compromise

He snorted—swallowing the laugh but appreciating the outburst just the same. “I stand by what I said. Let ‘em go if that’s what they choose…” Swiftcurrent Creek wouldn’t be a revolving door for indecision and recklessness—but he imagined that if Reverie was determined to leave it all behind, then she would—and Lestan would likely follow wherever she wanted to go.

His mental capacity to worry on it further was gone.

Akavir shrugged at the potential of an angry Reverie—he had thought it sounded out of character of her, as well. But he could predict her moods about as far as he could hip check Arric—so not.

“Kelsier insisted it was voluntary.” And so was the real rub—did one trust the word of a man they didn’t know, or the word of the she-wolf who seemed to be playing them at every chance she could?


Either way, he couldn't dwell on it. "Maybe try to set up a pack hunt or something? Get as many involved as you can... Try to find some normalcy. Plus, we should try to offer Riverclan what we can for resources. This isn't a small favor they're giving us."