Swiftcurrent Creek I tried to help you once

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Akavir was doing what Akavir did best—absolutely ignoring feelings and emotions on any aspect of his crumbling life.

So, the warming spring day found him waiting patiently for a meal—though if anyone would ask him he was absolutely not eating his feelings. Nope. No.

There was a lumbering along the ground—the swarthy Mayfair glanced sharply up to see an intent Arric as he ploughed forward, nose to the ground, eyes not even once looking up.

Akavir waited for that moment of realization that the Beta was about to completely tunnel into him, but it was apparently poorly timed, and before he could skid aside, Arric bustled into him, the behemoth’s nose trailing dangerously low along the Alpha’s belly.

His paws dug to the earth—stopping from moving too much as he ushered a low snort. “Excuse you, sir, but I am a gentleman. You could at least take me to dinner before you get frisky.”