Swiftcurrent Creek Nile

An audience requested—an audience given. Akavir when rounding the borders hadn’t expected to come upon a mother and her four pups—and a certain dread pulled at him as he closed the distance between the two—tail flagging out, gaze sharp upon them as he was about to shut down any potential of four more mouths to feed this close to winter…

But the warm pelt of brown and cream gave way to a pair of striking silver eyes—and if memory served proper from that brief interlude, a very smart mouth.

“Ah,” he uttered quietly, pale eyes just as quick to skip over her and to study the four cubs at her side. This had the potential to be awkward…

This had the potential to be very, very awkward. An ear flickered once—his eyes rounding back up to her, the faintest twitch at the corner of his jaw the only giveaway he even noticed in particular the darker child among them. “Akavir of Swiftcurrent Creek,” he rumbled then, a wolfish brow arching as he waited for the reason of a rogue wolf summoning them.