Hushed Willows Call it post-traumatic, now it's do or die

A glisten came to Reverie's eyes and Kyrell's ears splayed. It had not been his intention to cause her tears, however she recollected herself before he could offer an apology. She carried on, explaining more about Swiftcurrent Creek. Arric and Akavir...

A thoughtful sound creeped out from the back of his throat. There was value in training their members. While the pack clearly was able to show force, their main strength was numbers as opposed to skill. But if the alpha of Swiffcurrent Creek hated her... Was it worth the risk to ask? Worth the debt it would incur? Reverie had already sent for healers.

A neutral expression crossed his face. When Boone was stable...

It is something to think about for sure... It may be best to take someone with you when you go. It may be awkward, sure. Kyrell continued slowly, emerald gaze passing over the Coach. But I can stop in by the big man, sure.