Swiftcurrent Creek That you're drowning in the water

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Arric had woke up in a bad mood. Not one he could shake so easily. And he knew that the irritation of his mood was on the leader of their merry little band @Akavir. The man had been gone again. And if that wasn't bad enough he had been gone too long and the big bear of a man had worried. That small pissless bastard had him fretting like a little mother hen and he wanted to ream him out and at the same time, hug and shake him until his teeth fucking rattled. 

So determined not to be so angry around his children or his wife. He had kissed four little heads. Arlettes head and ear and then headed towards the borders. A stretch of long limbs. A reworking of the muscles in his shoulders. He had become a bit lazy in his following of the kids. And there were even more babies around now. He wondered if they should have the little ones meet soon? His were a good bit older though, was tha tokay? Would they hurt them. 

Gods he didn't know. Making a mental reminder to ask Arlette. He began to walk the borders. Leave his mark and mentally rip Akavir a new asshole.