Swiftcurrent Creek And the sign flashed out it's warning.

A sense of general unease clung to him—Wren’s confession and Silvertongue’s avoidance at the forefront of his mind… not to mention a very distant Moss.

Had he known Arric was considering leaving, it would have been the cherry on top, surely.

The dark wolf found the man marking the borders. Aside from how he and Wren’s conversation had ended, the beginning had brought about one thing for him—and uttering a low bark, he began to close the distance between them, eyes studying the man, wondering if he was feeling at least a little bit better since his birthday.

“Hey,” he offered, gaze drifting to the borders, a tension in his shoulders as he tried to roll them back and relax. “How are you?”