Firefly Glen [PHE] ice bite

The woman who had originally garnered his attention drifted away with a quiet nod given to both men—perhaps feeling the tension of the topic was something she did not wish to witness, or, perhaps she felt Sven would be more comfortable.

His gaze followed her a moment before steadily focusing on the dark youth before him—who shared of Kvarsheim’s recent hardships. The boy was Mae and Cygnet’s age—the idea of either of them leading the Creek was both intriguing and potentially horrifying in one sweeping thought—and yet he also believed firmly that the two would do their best by their pack mates, even if their demeanor and age left them with much to learn.

“It seems you’ve come to the other side of it,” he pointed out, feeling inadequate in manners of offering any type of advice—most days, it felt as if he was trying to stamp out one fire or another himself. “Continuing to provide stability and growth to your pack mates should give you all a solid foundation as you move forward.”

A flick of his ear, his eyes drifting to see if he could find traces of either Cygnet or Mae—both vanished, for now. “Don’t mind Cygnet,” he finally offered, uncertain how the girl would react to being called a maiden of any kind. “She seems eager to prove her strength… She could use a decent sparring partner.”