Swiftcurrent Creek Take my Arms that I might reach you

Akavir was back and though Arric was overjoyed. There was something funny about his friend. He was even more despondent than usual. Brusque and quiet. Whatever had happened it hadn't been good and it drove Arric to distraction. He was so tired of Akavir leaving and coming back a little more broken. It was starting to take a toll on his own mental health and that wasn't a good thing. What the actual hell.

He drove himself to remain busy. Though he found it strange not to wake up in a puppy pile for the first time in a long time, but he tried to shake it off. And with vigor he awoke, did his meditation. Calming his mind. It took a little longer than usual. Then he was off towards the borders marking and wetting and seeking. There were many new bodies out there. He could smell them, but they stayed away from the pack lands.