Swiftcurrent Creek Take my Arms that I might reach you

Out of all of her pack members, Arric seemed to attract the least amount of drama to himself, as far as Moss could tell. No children to tend to, no lovers who disappeared on said children...He patrolled the borders and was otherwise a very faithful Beta to the pack. She would respect him for that, but otherwise she took very little interest in his affairs and was simply grateful that out of most of the wolves in the pack, he didn't seem to have many. Whatever it was Arric did with his spare time, he managed to compartmentalize it all well enough. 

She remembered how Akavir had looked before she'd blacked out. He'd panicked. Whether it was because he feared losing her, or was simply terrified to have a wolf die against his shoulder she wasn't sure, but either way, not likely something any of them wanted to have happen again. 

She'd made an offering. It seemed to have been accepted. It wouldn't have to happen again, she felt sure of it. 

"Apologies," She said, trying to sound as sincere as possible for a wolf who spoke very monotone. "You have been well?" Small talk- which she hated- but at least it shifted the focus away from her health.