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

“Lilitu isn’t there. I don’t know where she is… but they haven’t seen her in a long time.” Allegedly.

Still, he was grateful for that. His eyes skimmed the features of his friend, noting the way Arric seemed to war with himself on what he wished to say—or what to feel. He knew that feeling well—a gut punch, to know something existed so close to home. To someone they cared about.

“Germanicus isn’t to set foot in creek lands,” he said then, waiting to see if his Beta would agree on the matter or not.