Swiftcurrent Creek Even if we're discovered, just be sure to wear your best

[ooc[mild pp by grabbing her, but i can change![/ooc]

Akavir came and went—his desire to be a more prominent presence in his children generally whisked away by duty. Jakoul’s disappearance remained a mystery—and he found himself souring at the possibility of her return, for no signs of violence or corruption had seemingly taken place from what he could tell.

Yet… had he himself not once disappeared from his own family, without any sign of distress? Swept away by the waters—and saved by Moss and her sister.

Guilt gnawed at him then, and as he turned an old trail that lead back to the den, he found a rather confident Mae bounding along—clearly making a break for it.

He huffed back a small laugh—eyes narrowing in his best stern expression before he made his presence aware to her by stepping into her path—and just as swiftly, his jaws bent to grasp her nape gently and turn her back the way she had come, followed by releasing her and giving a gentle and firm nudge to her rump. “Wrong way, Mae,” he noted, the words chosen allowing her benefit of the doubt that it had been a merry accident she had wandered away… but his tone indicating he knew otherwise.