Stone Circle some tides don’t turn

And with the touch of his forehead to hers, Wren emits a gentle sigh. He wasn't... angry with her. At least she had that in her favor.
She listens intently; Akashingo, his daughter. I've heard of it, kinda, she idly comments. When he pulls back, she does the same, but she stays close; almost hovering. A shoulder, for him, if he needed it. 
This truly was not any of her business. She knew little to nothing of Akashingo, of any of the packs in the region. Akavir's daughter was not her own. And yet, with the way he describes it, the worry laced in every word, the thought of him going with only one other sparks a fear that he may never return.
Do you want me to go with you? is what she settles on asking. Not even as a packmate, just-- as a friend. That... scares me, Akavir. her gaze is cast in the direction the wolf now known as Germanicus had gone. I know you won't be alone, but... we need you to be safe. I need you to be safe.