Swiftcurrent Creek I wanna take you somewhere so you know I care.

When the shadowed brother revealed himself, Viinturuth eased his stride. He observed Akavir's approach and rumbled low in greeting, pausing when they drew close enough to one another. The pallid ranger reached for him, mouthing roughly at the raven tresses of the Alpha's throat and nipping at his chin in a display of respect and affection.

The comment of the changes in his frame was expected, and he emitted a breath of laughter. I think I needed to shed a few pounds, he barked, tail giving an amused lash. Viinturuth wasn't worried about the weight he'd lost and was keen to rid his brother of any unnecessary concern. I'll be fine. How are things here? Any sign of Mae and the boys?