Swiftcurrent Creek hexing circles

the answer was a staunch scold and an almost-no. lestan, who had grown increasingly more restless the more wolves arrived, shot the accented young man a haunted look and arlette a worried one. etienne.
"s-suzu a-asked us to c-come," he managed, feeling as if he might come right out of his ragged pelt. "i'm c-certain she w-won't m-mind if w-we wait, b-but," glancing now to shardik, "she w-was v-very — s-specific." 
he wanted the young man to at least be promised entry to the pack, if not joining; he knew that — swordfish? — intended to be a father, regardless of what had happened between he and suzu.
the golden heft of akavir's eyes weighed on him. lestan shut his mouth and bobbed his muzzle in a meek nod, glancing at swordfish — what! — one last time before he made to fall in with his cousin.