Swiftcurrent Creek turquoise

"keep fresh for travel. or just to keep." the sunflower eyes regarded him with a guarded expression. was he unused to war? to battle? his scars said he had seen it, at one time, but his mien was not that of a warrior. they lived to die and saw dying as an act of life. akavir was not this — was he?

"you raid, night man?" muskrat asked after some moments. she knew he did not and felt that no wolf here understood what the swamp panthers had done, how they had gotten their name.

more than that, raiding was the right way to live. it kept a warrior sharp and bloodlines strong.