Swiftcurrent Creek [m] Welcome to the world, not-so-little ones

He paced—curse words filtered through the air, and for once, they did not belong to his best friend. Cygnet came and left—a frown clouding his features, though he did not give chase to the girl. It would seem she needed space—she seemed to think she was being replaced.

Arric popped out—asking him to stay. A swift nod was given, but no words. Akavir had done this a time or two—it never got easier, it seemed. Arric was worried—and the Alpha would be here as required… even if it was just the knowledge that another presence was right outside.

Pukei was noted pacing a perimeter further from him— a vigilant pack as they waited for news of their Beta female.

But when Arric requested a healer, Akavir felt his heartbeat quicken in his chest—and fortuitous timing brought the pale Zeta closer to him, though he couldn’t answer her question—he didn’t fully know. “Arric just asked for a healer,” he offered her, knowing she had a knowledge of some things.

He prowled closer to the den entrance, the silence now after Arlette’s tirade of curses filling him with a hint of dread. “Hey, Pukei is here,” he called in, his voice a loud whisper—waiting for someone to invite her or him in.