Swiftcurrent Creek I Tear My Heart Open II

Cygnet.

He released a soft sigh, jaws clamping shut in silent thought before he gave a nod, inviting Arric with him toward the borders.

“What does Arlette say about her?” Because where he could and would assist the girl, whether through discipline, dominance as such, he wasn’t keen on overstepping any boundaries the pale healer wanted to maintain with the feisty girl.

He couldn’t help but feel there was something… off… about her.

“Maybe she needs more sparring or something to do—something to redirect her tantrums and aggression.”

Because Arric was right. As far as the pack went—Cygnet was a loose cannon. And as a puppy she had been harmless enough—but growing to a yearling?