Swiftcurrent Creek You're making me insane

And there—Arric brought forward a tidbit of information on what bothered him. Akavir studied the man, allowing their banter to rest for now—instead, sweeping forward, giving his pelt and face a shake, as if he could rid the ice and frost from his fur.

“Taken advantage of how?”

Arric had a way of offering insight to his concerns but then downplayed them by saying it was on him—the Mayfair knew he would have to dig a little deeper than that.