Swiftcurrent Creek Who do I smell?

Languid-paced, Akavir studied from afar. His presence went unnoticed for now—and he intended to keep it that way until it was required. The dust-cloaked wolf investigated, and at times, backtracked to investigate more—drawing a curiosity from the shadow runner that remained masked by outward indifference.

Indecision seemed to rule the stranger—but as the other man paused, so did Akavir, his tail lashing through the air—eyes remaining pointedly upon the lone wolf that seemed so fascinated with his home.