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Big brown eyes—a cleared mind compared to their previous meeting—it might have felt a small moment to an onlooker or even to Eshe, but to Akavir it was certainly something large and meaningful. The corner of his lips quirked in a small smirk, though his eyes remained intent upon her. Was he reading too far into this?

“Are you saying you want me to steal more of your time before this big shindig between the valley packs?” He paused, taking a step closer to her, muzzle tilting down, tracing the wildflower scent of her. “I’ll assist in whatever way I can.”