Swiftcurrent Creek under the folding branches

Akavir approached, and Viinturuth lifted his dark gaze to regard him with ears pricked forward in interest. He expected an update on the yearling's condition after the attack in the marshland, after her treatment in Hearthwood, but the raven-pelted leader gave voice to a request instead.

He knew Viinturuth would never say no.

His tail lashed in quiet acceptance, a familiar glint in his eye that demanded more information.