Swiftcurrent Creek You were moving in, now you're moving on.

Ah, so there was more to it - and it seemed that Akavir was not wholly innocent on the matter. There's another, his brother said, and Viinturuth met his gaze with his own. Unattainable. An ear swept sideways; did this mystery woman belong to another?

Regardless, Viinturuth would guard his brother's secret.

He was curious, though. He wanted to pry, to dig deep until the truth of it was unearthed. The pallid scout parted his jaws to question it, but his brother spoke first and he understood that this was Akavir's way of saying he was done talking about it.

Viinturuth exhaled, defeated. It was a topic for another day.

Nothing more, he said, though his thoughts drifted once more to the she-wolves who'd accepted his embrace. Viinturuth had considered boasting about his rare opportunity but, after hearing of Akavir's own misfortune in romance, he decided to keep it to himself.