Swiftcurrent Creek hexing circles

Akavir can be skipped for a round or two... calling for Arlette or Etienne or both.

Both men seemed nervous—Lestan, it felt more understandable. His cousin looked worse for wear, though Akavir kept this grim statement to himself. Shardik seemed misplaced—if the youthful man had thought Akavir would hold a grudge for the ambitious wolf disappearing after he had been all but made to babysit three rowdy pups that weren’t his, well… the Mayfair had hardly blamed him.

“I see,” he offered, considering the man’s words. Arlette had announced the acceptance of two wolves—and would be more privy to the circumstances. Tilting his muzzle upward, the swarthy man beckoned for either @Arlette, or the young man who had traveled with the pregnant she-wolf, @Etienne.

There was little reason to not trust the two men before him—but he was unwilling to just assume, and would have the story corroborated.

Then: “Good to see you both as well.”