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

Viinturuth inserted humor—but it did not meet Akavir’s gaze as the conversation drifted to his litter with Jakoul.

“The boys are gone—from what I can tell, there’s no trace of them. I can only hope they stuck together for companionship,” he offered, his tail giving a lash through the winter air. “As for @Mae—I found she lives in a pack with a woman who used to reside in the creek… who also hates my guts. So—seems they built a fun foundation together.”

He snorted, nudging to his brother’s cheek before turning his stocky form, stiff now from the winter wind—and began to lead a casual walk. “But tell me of your own travels?”