Swiftcurrent Creek angel dust and my dress just comes undone

It was all a moot point—as much as the silver she-wolf wished to assist his daughter, and as desperate as he was to see a cure, none of it would come to fruition.

Still, his smile was genuine, if not sad, as he faded to the background, allowing the two women to converse. It was a losing battle, and yet never before had Akavir been more desperate to continue forward in such a war—waging what he could, until only the barest aspects of his soul remained.