Swiftcurrent Creek One night, a few moons ago

The creek was emptier without his daughter. His anxiety of her well-being gnawed at him—Akavir was not a man who endeavored to leave decisions upon the helm of others, particularly when it was with a pack he knew next to nothing about and with one of the most important beings of his life.

But there was little to be done just yet—soon, he would travel back to Moonglow—even if he had to bring one of their own healers and another with him to ensure safe travels. Mae would be home soon.

And the coastal pack would answer to them—one way, or another.

It was these dreary thoughts that swirled in his mind when an ear idly flickered to the sound of a soft song. He was familiar with most here—and while it could have been Pukei or Suzu, he was not surprised to see the dark form of Morwenna in the distance, busy with… something. Only then did little @Caliste appear at his side, puppy eyes grazing over him before she nipped at his paws, loping ahead to where the ebony she-wolf was. He followed—amusement gleaming in his gaze.

When he came closer, his eyes swept over her, noting the pile of herbs as she gathered—prepared. “Getting the last bit of what nature can offer us before winter puts everything to sleep?”