Swiftcurrent Creek caribou wife

The pair were to the point—yet charismatic.

His pale eyes studied them both—brows arching at not just the description, but the named bounty. They were eager for revenge—Akavir would be to, if anyone tried to harm his wife.

He had been eager for revenge many times over since their establishment here—for any of his pack mates and friends. Nothing that had ever been returned in kind—Reverie, Wren, Silvertongue…

He had to keep the curl of his lip from showing, and dipped his head down to study the look of fierce interest in Cygnet’s features.

Of course Moss’s daughter was a bloodthirsty, ankle nipping hellion. He wasn't quite sure what to make of her, yet.

“Do you have a better description of him?” It was the first request he had because—“You’ve basically just described me and a handful of other wolves in this valley.”

He paused, gaze turning back to the two warriors. “We take the safety of our valley very seriously, here. If this man is in the area, it’s in our better interest to rid the threat. No bounty required.”