Hushed Willows negotiations breaking down, see those leaders start to frown

While he offered space quite willingly to allow Reverie to do what she needed to do… he also was quick to move when she requested his assistance. She pushed the moss to him and before she even finished talking he had swiveled an ear to her, moss in mouth and ducking out to find the stream.

Even with the set task and the Creek wolves unquestioned presence by their gilded leader, Akavir remained an outsider within, eyes scanning hesitantly about him, waiting to see if anyone would interrogate him.

The stream found—the moss gingerly placed in the water as he made to hurry, scooping water over—and once satisfied, he swept back to the den, his eyes first upon Mae as he handed the moss to Reverie, feeling his guilt in his throat at the fiery red of the infection.