Swiftcurrent Creek combat—i'm ready for combat

There was a lot of emotions to unpack—a lot of turmoil. A fog seemed to settle over his mind—a sense of surrealism. Moss couldn’t be dead. How could Moss be dead?

He blinked, looking back to Eshe. “Arric’s shoulders are weighed by responsibility,” was what he murmured, hoping to soothe her feelings in the process. He trusted the man inexplicably—hence why Arric was the one who was the closest to his children. It seemed his friend had reacted with swiftness—cooler heads could prevail after.

Nothing, though, would stop him from seeing red at the mere mention of some stranger trying to grab Mae.

“Rest,” he rumbled, his tone raspy with emotion—grief, anger, surprise. It fused together as one. “I need… to check on Moss. And Wren… and speak with Bellatrix. And then if Bella’s milk is still here, I’m going to Kvarsheim to bring Mae and the pup back.”