Swiftcurrent Creek copper thunder

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Muskrat worried of him trying to assert control over her—he worried of where his daughter had laid to her final rest. An ear flicked at the coldness of her voice—and then she denounced the things she had called her own here—insisting Akavir dole them out to others and be done with it. Because none had become important to her here—and he withheld the shrug of his shoulders.

Fire and Water did not play well with one another—to stay would either douse her flame or dim it. “Give it to them yourself,” he offered, though his gaze drifted to Jakub.

Who spoke that Jakub was dead. A dark smile pulled at the corner of his lips—Lilitu, too, it seemed.

“I hear that’s going around,” he noted, and while the darker humor lingered, it reminded him of the ash upon his tongue.

Jakub had denounced him—for whatever reason. And Akavir was done chasing after the approval of his children when all he had ever tried to do was protect them. Mae remained—but even then, it depended on her mood of the day as to whether he was worth her time.

And he was done with that.

He paused—one last flicker of concern as he eyed his son. “There’s a disease out there, right now… It changes a wolf’s demeanour. Makes them extremely vicious… It kills you.” He pauses. “Just be careful.” No doubt, either youthful wolf would try to see this as an attempt at him controlling them—having them fear the boogeyman of sorts.

And with that, the man hoisted the wolverine up once more—moving now where he believed the newcomers, @Suzu and @Etienne had settled to—another pregnant mouth to feed. Like the shadow of the creek, he would leave it at their doorstep before moving away—

—another patrol on the borders. His gaze every so often stealing to the horizon where his daughter had disappeared in his last sighting of her—desperate that just maybe the boogeyman didn’t exist at all.