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Arric had decided how ever long ago he had come. Gods he didn't even know how long he had been here. He had decided that Akavir was his ride or die. So whereever this jerkface went he did too. He just hoped he could talk Arlette into it now. But he doubted that Akavir would leave. He'd probably die here and get buried somewhere in the creek. 

Arric knew his words had been harsh the day of the meeting and he had felt bad for it. And now even more so. Arric leaned over and gave the guy a nudge to his head. Then placed a paw there. A silent show of support. Saying hey man i'm here. But you ain't gotta talk about it.