Firefly Glen [PHE] ice bite

Kvarsheim—he spared them little thought, most days, not out of bitterness, but simply because the failed alliance had left him feeling bitter regarding the state of his hopes for the valley packs. When the darker youth came forward, initiating a greeting—Akavir’s champagne eyes met silver, and he felt a rueful smile pull at his lips. “You have your father’s eyes,” he offered Sven—and while there was no ill will toward Gunnar, the motives and accusations of the man still stood before them—and he found one ear flicking to the lilting sound of the ivory woman’s voice as she asked an introduction, idly wondering if young Gunnar knew who he was—though his attention soon stolen as Cygnet brusquely swept forward.

His gaze turned wolfish as she set out an invitation to the youthful man—Kristjan-brother?

More so, he remained silent for a moment, stunned. Had Cygnet ever spoken so much in a sentence, prior to this?

Her eyes rolled at him as she huffed away—his gaze landing to Mae, he believed, before diverting back to the wolves who were their neighbors for many years—and yet remained the most unknown to the creek than some others here.

“Akavir—Alpha of Swiftcurrent Creek. You both are?”