Swiftcurrent Creek Who do I smell?

“You think you might?”

It was an interesting lead to a conversation—Akavir surely wasn’t about to invite a stranger into his home, nor was he going to parade his members about to help ease the other man’s mind. His eyes grazed over the man—muzzle canting thoughtfully. “I can’t really help you if you don’t give me some more information,” he implored, then, his tail giving an idle flick as his dark form remained unchanged—a guardian of his home.

Yet also an Alpha who wasn’t intent on turning away potential recruits.