Swiftcurrent Creek There is no way but up

Wren crumpled before him—the emotional turmoil clear upon her features as she politely declined his invitation. Perhaps, in retrospect, some quiet time would assist her in healing… not just physically, but emotionally.

Some alone time to ruminate on everything.

He gave a small nod, refusing to look to the direction Gunnar had left—his words leaving behind scars worse than the teeth Wren had given to his supposed golden boy.

He leaned forward, brushing his nose to her cheek faintly before pulling back. “I’m here if you need me,” he murmured, and with that, he exhaled softly, his paws finding a trail as he began a patrol—his own quiet solitude to consider everything he had just learned… and just what he would do with it.