Swiftcurrent Creek rasputin

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“Mine. Swiftcurrent Creek,” he murmured, a tilt of his head to the direction of the prominent rushing waters to which dominated much of their land. Then, a lifted paw to his chest. “Akavir.”

But this was not where the conversation would end—he stalked forward—brusque, considerate. “Cause trouble and I will finish what I started. Do not make me regret this decision.”

And with pups on the way—another hunter was either for the best… or she would prove to be far more trouble than she was worth.

“Find @Arlette. She will look at your leg. You even look at her wrong… I’ll end you.”