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

The big black beast had been fully intending to talk to Akavir about his own current unease and the intrusive thoughts, but when he had seen the careworn way Akavir held himself. He couldn't bring himself to be that guy. So he had shoved and pressed them further down. He'd meditate later, maybe make it go away.

Arric smirked. Told you so. He shook his head. At least he wasn't losing too much of his observant nature. That was good. He was concerned about it.

Arric tilted an ear towards his friend and gave a shift of his body. His stomach tightening in knots. Is your daughter alright?

He was immediately concerned for the girl he'd never met. What if something had happened to her and that was why Akavir had been so strange and here he'd be a right bastard about it. Moping to himself and being a general wet blanket. What kind of ass was he. Cheezus.