Swiftcurrent Creek And my scars remind me

A small tick in his shoulder when a new face came. He didn't know the wolf, but gathered from the cast of his face and the fact that Eshe had told him of Akavir's brother. Though she hadn't met him herself yet. That this was Viinturuth.

Akavir often called Arric a giant, a fact he found amusing. Being that Akavir wasn't exactly small. But Arric was aware of his size and his heft.

Blue eyes turned to the newcomer and he dipped his head low in greeting, but he didn't move. He wasn't keen on spending more time abed, he'd been there long enough thanks.

Hello.