Swiftcurrent Creek Tidal

Akavir did not look his way, and Viinturuth felt the frustrated twitch in his lip. He'd placed Swiftcurrent on lockdown, had he not? There was an ire in the pale ranger to offer aid to rogues they did not know, could not trust. Things were strained and though he was so very newly returned, he had his concerns.

Provoking an argument was not something he wished to do with his brother, however, so Viinturuth exhaled a rumbling breath and followed the sterling wolfess' movements with a sharp burgundy stare. From Akavir's flank he shifted to circle the small group, placing himself off to the side of the wounded stranger to trap her in place should she have any tricks tucked up her sleeve.