Swiftcurrent Creek under the folding branches

Akavir shifted beside him, and Viinturuth himself moved to accept the gesture. He adjusted his crown to meet that of his brother in a rough shove, a low rumble of affection in his throat. Akavir spoke in their father's tongue and there was warmth in the pale ranger to hear the words, comforted by the knowledge his kin would be waiting for him to return.

I will go at first light, he moved to seek the raven Alpha's gilded eyes with his own burgundy stare. While he wished to hurry off and cover the ground required to catch up with the beast who'd harmed Mae, Viinturuth knew he'd do better after a fresh meal and a good rest.