Swiftcurrent Creek played-a-live

Viinturuth caught the ghost of Druid's smile, and something encouraging tugged at his lips. It was just as short-lived, however, as Akavir's arrival drew his gaze toward his raven-pelted brother's frustrated expression.

He'd heard the tail-end of his discussion with their guest, it seemed, as he looked to Viinturuth and requested an explanation. This is Druid, he shifted, looking once more to the silver wolfess, of Rivenwood. She told me where we should find Mae's attacker.