Swiftcurrent Creek I lied I'm not picking a thread title

Arric will also be joining, since the invite was extended to Danni also for a guardian thread.

A yawn escaped him--no doubt catching Arric's gaze and Akavir felt a small smirk pull at his mouth, beating his Beta to the punch. Don't you dare call me old, he offered the dark wolf, though his humor faded slightly.

The scent of Reverie was thick in the air--and his brows furrowed. The scent of another--unknown to him. His features set in a stern countenance, he knew Arric, who had been patrolling with him, would scent it, too.

He third to tell himself that perhaps Arlette or Mae had invited them in.

So when he came upon two wolves that weren't of his pack, his ear cupped forward, hearing his name from the shadows and the word sad man.

Interesting.

She cried out for him then, but he was already emerging from the trees of the creek, Arric flanking him--pale champagne eyes intense upon the two. I don't recall the sad man giving an open border policy to you or yours, Reverie, he noted, voice crisp in the spring air.