Swiftcurrent Creek you never thought we'd go to war, after all the things we saw

Arric was back, it seemed, or at least such was indicated by the man’s scent. The swarthy Beta had been efficient in his travels, and Akavir was certain when he was rested and ready, they would talk about the message he delivered to the other packs of the valley.

When the Mayfair had suggested to his friend he pass along the concerns to their neighbors, out of courtesy, given the fall of the alliances, the man had mentioned he wished to bring Arlette.

For some reason, that hadn’t happened—and while Akavir wasn’t going to pry into the potential couple’s dynamics, he did feel the need to check in on @Arlette.

With a fish in his mouth—a rare catch for him—he began to pace around the areas the ivory healer’s scent was most apparent—hoping to catch up with her eventually.