Swiftcurrent Creek turquoise

He could have offered orders during their travels to—but somehow—this was for her ears. Viinturuth would agree with him, this he knew—but it was imperative she understood this. “If there’s trouble… a fight,” he began, eyes rapt upon her, his tongue sweeping over his lip. “I want you to leave and report back here to Arric.”

Glaukos had blinded his daughter and apparently knocked another woman by barely lifting a limb—he was a large man with a temper, it seemed.

And with the Bearclaw wolves being fresh in their claim and mostly unknown… he wasn’t sure what would unfold before them.

“Do not join a fight.” Do not hurt yourself more. “Come back to protect the creek.”