Swiftcurrent Creek Why can't I get just one kiss

They started to move to find Arlette—Akavir assuming his pace was okay, despite some stumbling as she adjusted. He came to an abrupt stop when the silver form in his peripheral vision tripped—and before he could determine what had happened, Cygnet was thrashing the air, scoring teeth to wind as if she herself were a tempest.

As jarring as the sight was to see her lose control—the man remained stalwart in that moment—stoically impassive upon the outside, knowing the pride she held was far more injured than the gash along her eye. She would overcome this—of that he was certain. But it would not be easily.

Her rage erupted in one foul word—echoing across the creek and stirring a flock of birds back up to the sky—the jolt sending them on their continued way to the warmer climate further south.

Earth shredded beneath her paws as she whirled—finally, the culprit branch clenched in her teeth—and only when he worried for the safety of her teeth did she finally relinquish her hold before asserting her will to continue with a quick motion.

His jaw worked in silence—wisely, he made no sound. Instead, the Mayfair turned, maintaining a casual pace and to ensure his shoulder and side barely grazed hers—quiet assurance that he had her—and only when they got closer to the dreaded garden did the man tip his muzzle back, calling for @Arlette to meet them.

It might have been better than leading Cygnet to the very vocal mini Arric beasts and having them drill her about her new look.