Swiftcurrent Creek blank open eyes watch the moonflower bloom

The she-wolf—rugged, thin—startled at his sudden appearance, and the man began to tilt his head lower in silent apology when Arric continued to speak—

—and Akavir’s interest was suddenly piqued.

Fellas. Men.

Akavir’s gaze became chilly in turn—gaze sweeping over her—and she seemed to in turn understand who Arric was speaking of prior to even knowing more.

His own lip curled, as much as hers did—and he did not wait for further answers. Had the cowboy sent her here? “Describe him,” he rumbled, a growl in his tone, his own form stiffening.

He had a witch to hunt down—he didn’t have time for past transgressions to come back to haunt them right now. So of course they would.