Swiftcurrent Creek Get you gone now, have some fun

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An ear flickered to Arric, considering his suggestion—surprised, quietly, that the behemoth would be willing to part from the creek for so many days at a time. Still—Arric and Reverie had a history.

The exact kind, Akavir wasn’t fully privy to. He only had certain suspicions.

With that, his champagne eyes flitted over the Hearthwood wolf now, her murmured greeting to him offered with as much careful cordiality as he spoke himself to her.

“We’ve a few we can rotate,” he noted. “Arric, myself. @Viinturuth would be an asset—possibly @Ensio and @Sovereign. Mae.” Politically, it was only a matter of the best option for either pack.

Personally, it was as if he could feel the crack of the eggshell he was walking on begin to truly splinter.

"Who would be training?"