Swiftcurrent Creek hexing circles

It was rare for the man to sit back and simply watch—his features unreadable as his pale eyes swept to each being present in this potentially chaotic gathering—but it was something one of their newest members said that drew his attention, and his gaze fell starkly then upon Shardik. Swordfish? He mouthed it to the man—whether the youthful wolf saw or not he didn’t know, but it would be a conversation for another moment.

Arlette wasn’t keen on letting the alleged father in—and Akavir could feel a surge of sympathy well in his chest. But the Beta female did well to protect the woman who had just given birth—especially when their Kappa seemed put off by Shardik's (Swordfish’s?) presence.

He gave a nod to the outskirts of their land—closer, perhaps, to the mountains, or the meadow. “Suzu will be notified of your presence.” He paused, a slight frown pulling at his features as he shifted his weight. “It’s good your here if you want to do right by them,” he offered, his tone dipping lower.

With that, he stepped back a pace, his eyes drifting over the quiet girl and then to his cousin. “Can I have a word with you? Or would you rather wait until you come back?”

Assuming he would. Lestan had never trusted him before—so his sudden presence was a curious thing.