Swiftcurrent Creek waiting star

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Arric—his presence solid, as always, was quick to be summoned as well.

His eyes would only barely skim the two strangers before Morwenna also appeared—and if the Mayfair had been expecting her to heed the side of her leaders, he was sorely mistaken as she fluttered to the one-eyed man, greeting him with a reverence that drew the suspicious eye of the Creek regal. She quietly whispered something him—pleased, clearly, and Akavir leaned closer to his Beta, the saccharine grin and flash of his teeth conveying the dark amusement that bubbled within. “How quaint,” he muttered for the Beta’s ears only, in turn, his head notching higher.

The caribou man only studied him with his one good eye—his own features equally as masked as the two leaders who stood side by side now. Sun Eater introduced himself—Ice Diver, a war chief.

His calloused grin only widened at the not subtle threat the man uttered then—backup brought, in case what? Things had gone awry?

This chieftain all but ignored Morwenna now. If Akavir had the potential, he might have even slow clapped in the moment. Instead, he was met with bitter disappointment, and yet a brush of relief. Like many he knew before her, the words she had spoken had been meaningless.

‘They’d have to tear me limb by limb to remove me from your side.’

Had their friendship meant anything else, she might have come to him, rather than send an entire unknown pack to surround them. Instead, she had presented them with grand standing.

“I would ask why, given Morwenna is here of her own accord and can leave on her own will,” he began, the rumble of his voice dipping an octave. “But I find I don’t care.”

An asshole statement—but again, he found himself out of fucks to give, at this point. He stalked closer now—muscles coiled—panther-like, as he closed the distance between him the this eater of the sun. “But you will find that surrounding my pack in threat will not go well for you, sealgair caribou.”