Swiftcurrent Creek Is there a line that we could just go cross?

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The day felt like any other for now—unbeknownst just yet to the Alpha what was transpiring in the marsh nearby, Akavir found himself on border duty. He had tried to coax @Nicodem or @Jakub along—neither seemed particularly keen on such matter, and any invitation he had wished to extend to @Mae had been swept away when he could not find her for now—not something that brought worry to him, given she spent most of her days actively avoiding him.


The quiet was disconcerting. Two daughters missing—one daughter hated him. Two sons who more or less took life as it came if only to survive the next day rather than flourish. If this wasn’t a sign to the man he had utterly failed as a father tenfold, he didn’t know what was—and solemnly, he knew that from now on he would ave no business having more children. He would simply fail them, too.

Even @Arric seemed to hold little want to be in his presence.

So when a call from the borders sounded, the ebony man was quick to sweep forward, a light frown placed to his features at the jab of familiarity that pulled at his chest. When Viinturuth came to view, Akavir stopped—his eyes grazing over his littermate, surprise written in his very stance.