Swiftcurrent Creek There is no way but up

Did he tell yah he was trying to steal a baby that belongs to us?
Wren, too, had not been far when the call rang out; and she had watched from behind, at first, dumbfounded by the Kvarsheim man's presence at their border. And as the conversation unravelled, she stepped closer; she heard Mae's voice, the confirmation, and the realization nearly brought vomit right from her throat.
That man; that man that day Moss died, he was from Kvarsheim.
She lumbers up beside Akavir in a stifled drag of heavy legs. About 'yay' tall, brown fur, brown eyes? Yeah. she pauses if only to wait, even if the answer was right in front of her. Her ears fall outward in a splay; a genuine wilting of shame, even as defensiveness sharpened her edges. I had no idea who he was. Where he was from. He didn't exactly tell me before he nearly killed me.
Shaky, shaky breaths sucked inward as she looks then to Akavir, and the figure of Mae. She wished Silvertongue was here.