Lost Creek Hollow april serenade

Rain—he was soaked, but remained on quiet watch. Their time was coming to an end soon at Riverclan and he was both eager and reluctant to return back to the creek. Whatever mess awaited him there, he knew at least that Arric and Moss had likely kept the place upright.

A crack of thunder drew his eyes to the den—seconds later a distressed cry caused him to rise, and poking his head in, his eyes fell upon the bundle of pups—and his own feisty daughter as she emitted a growl and lunged.

Swiftly, Akavir made to halt her, his own paw swooping in to act as a blockade as his jaws tried to find purchase gently upon the back of her nape where he would pull her back to him—protecting not only the other pup but likely her from another caretakers ire.

Their time here would need to come to an end sooner than expected, he believed, as he cradled Mae closer to his chest, releasing his gentle but stern grasp.