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“Sounds like Mae,” he noted, ears sliding back to his skull in quiet thought of his daughter. She had a lot to be angry about. As scarred as she was on the outside, it was her internal wounds he truly worried over. But at least the attempt had been made by the woman before him… Just as he had asked.

Akavir had grown accustom to keeping most at arms length—trials and errors of life had proven this necessity.

He hadn’t just kept Muskrat at arms length though—he kept her at a valley’s length—guarded. She had proven herself loyal—had proven herself an asset, even.

He considered this quietly, swallowing the growing lump in his throat for the moment. “@Nanou is gone. @Arric will be busy tending to his new pups, and helping Arlette after the birth complications.”

If either Beta knew his current intention, it was likely they would have stomped him flat. For now, they remained distracted. “I plan to still pay Bearclaw Valley a visit with @Viinturuth about the man who hurt Mae. I would like you to come.”

His gaze pointedly drifted in the direction of her ankle—concern knitting his brows together. “But I don’t want you to do anything that will hurt yourself further.”