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

Viinturuth’s dark gaze settled on him, speaking something that sparked something of note in the swarthy man, and he paused in his pace, gaze sweeping over his brother. He hadn’t known Teya’s love for Ibis—but it certainly pieced together something that explained the she-wolf’s angry glares he felt he remembered searing him.

He snorted, then, his muzzle giving a small shake. “Hard not to. Ibis was…”

He could feel the emotion well in him—could feel himself choking on the words, and so he spoke nothing more on it. Instead, brushing a shoulder to his brother in silent gratitude for taking the trip and time, he could only log away Teya’s confession as inconsequential. Ibis was gone. Had carried another man’s children, after his near death… Had moved on long before he had, it seemed.

He led his littermate to one of the caches, nodding toward it. “Eat up, scrawny.”