Swiftcurrent Creek played-a-live

Yes, he confirmed smoothly, following her mismatched gaze over the silver of his shoulder to look between the foliage for any sign of his ebony littermate. Akavir was on his way, surely. He will come.

Druid was clearly unsettled. The white wolf turned to look upon her once more and he saw how she gnawed at her lip and his ears pricked as she suggested that she was somehow responsible for her former companion's lack of self-control. He made the decision to harm you, to harm Mae and the others - he quieted for a moment, aware how he wanted to rant his frustration. He inhaled.

None of this was your fault, Druid. Not one bit of it.