Swiftcurrent Creek Huntsman

The call was sent when the pair were off-territory—a trip @Quill had coaxed the man on to find certain herbs and remedies.

She had explained them to him—he hadn’t been the best listener and was far more interested in watching her… if not set on idly teasing her.

As she ordered him to carry back one of her treasured finds, the dark man plucked them gingerly to his mouth, offering his forehead to bump hers with a croon, before an ear flicked to the call of the hunt—the one he had requested the yearlings set up.

The one he would absolutely be late for—“shit,” he mumbled, and with a quick glance to Quill, he quickened his pace to drop off their find at her instruction, and quickly find the group.

“They’ll never believe we were just gathering herbs…” he mumbled to his mate, partly with amusement, partly with dread of how irresponsible they would look in that moment.

They missed the initial plan—and openly apologetic, Akavir gave a quick shake of his head. “Sorry we’re late. We were outside the territory.”