Swiftcurrent Creek caribou wife

Akavir's point caused the girl's eyes to widen, as a realization struck her. 

These men were canvassing from pack to pack offering a description that could very well have led them to target Akavir. It was only when he prompted them for more details that they added in the colour of the wolf's eyes, and the fact that he would have more grey on his face. Cygnet snorted and jerked her head up, nostrils flaring as she regarded the magenta-eyed man and his partner, who tried to laugh the ordeal off- and cut their bounty. 

She looked to Akavir then, ears flattened and the whites of her eyes showing as her skin pulled taught. If they had been this brief at the borders of other packs, then Akavir would not be safe. They could have already triggered a hunt that might dog Akavir for the rest of his life. The entire situation left her bristling and unsettled. She sneezed loudly, licked her lips and felt them quiver as she brushed her tongue over her whiskers. 

When her gaze returned to the visiting men, it showed the offense that she had taken to the witch-hunt that could easily leave not only Akavir, but countless other men in danger of being slaughtered for the price of a few deer.