Duck Lake karma is the thunder

She mused quietly—and silently, he wondered if she realized the necessity of such a sentiment as ‘toughening up’ if even just staying with them for a day or two. They lured drama and battle to their borders like a moth to a flame—and he felt a light frown begin to pull at his brows.

She asked of his pack—and he gave a chuff of a laugh as he realized their conversation, while light-hearted, perhaps was a bit on the ‘stranger danger’ side of life.

“I mean, I’m not really selling it well, am I?” She wanted the basic facts of it—that he could do without getting into the intricate details of their day to day lives and the drama that ensued. “Swiftcurrent Creek… it’s actually the place I was born. Came back to claim it and my Beta helped me at the time. We had some problems with a traveling group… If I’m honest, we seem to attract a lot of drama, but we're a pack of about... eight adults ” he noted, breathing out before casting her another glance. “I didn’t introduce myself, did I? I’m Akavir.”