Rising Sun Valley blueberry

should be interesting if they meet again

They skirted the edges of the valley, much to Akavir’s dismay.

When they moved closer to Kvarsheim, he began to lose sight of the rogue. The man’s scent lingered—but more importantly, Eshe’s did not. His own pace slowed—gaze set upon the rising stone that greeted him, and feeling his lip curl once more.

Let Gunnar and his wolves deal with the man if they felt him a threat—Akavir’s interest in it ran only so far.

Beginning to circle away, the dark Mayfair tested the boundaries along the meadow for a few times—scouring—waiting to see if the potential Romeo had been determined to seek out Eshe’s scent or not and was trying to come back.

He need not worry as much—upon the return of his own borders, there was still no sign of his wife—and he was under no delusion to what the potential of that truly meant.