Swiftcurrent Creek combat—i'm ready for combat

She worried for him—his gaze softened, and while she stepped back, he stepped forward once more to deliver one more sweeping kiss before pulling away, a knowing look on his features. She worried for him, but he worried for her— “Make sure you look after yourself, too, Eshe,” he said quietly.

With that—there was little more to be said and so much more to be done. A heaviness clung to his shoulders in that moment—and the man would need to go back to the lands where the situation had arisen—and ensure Moss was, indeed, the one that had fallen.

Until then, he could cling on to some sort of twisted hope that it was just a wolf who resembled her—in a perfect world, perhaps, it would not have been his comrade that had fallen…