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

There was something genuinely sincere about the pale healer—sharing with him the way Cygnet seemed overly attached to her—and then still offering to go with him if he took her somewhere. He could see why his friend was smitten—it was time something truly positive came Arric’s way.

“Give her time. She’ll come around to him,” he ruminated, gaze drifting from the ugly fish to look up to Arlette. “Probably just a stage. Doesn’t help she’s the only kid we have right now… She probably feels left out of most things.” Particularly the dramatic antics of the adults within the ranks of her home.

Nicely done, Akavir and Eshe.

So he would take her fishing—or hunting, perhaps, something smaller, if the girl was willing. But for now, there was another reason he had sought out the she-wolf before him. “Not to make it awkward… But… Eshe’s garden Is that something you want to see the pack maintain, or…?”

He barely knew anything about gardening and healing. The very basics he had picked up over years only when being tended to himself—so he figured it was up to Arlette to decide it’s usefulness to them, now. And who could do what.