Ouroboros Spine clawfeather

Prior to this, Akavir’s drive had purely been based upon gaining intel on the potential dangers that lingered near or within the Rising Sun Valley, collecting Mae, seeking news from the Moon wolves regarding the attack… and then getting the hell home.

Now, with Silvertongue among them, he was even more hurried—and perhaps more introspective. Eivor remained unphased, it seemed—her powerfully beautiful form leading them to the heights of Moonglow’s home, and when she swept past him to remain sedentary in the back, he found himself craving her touch as he had the other night.

To drown within her—to forget all else.

The grey of her gaze met his, and he spoke nothing—his champagne eyes then falling upon the gilded silver of the woman he had loved in her past life—in his current life—the familiar throb of a headache pulling at his temples.

His call for the Moonglow wolves was swift in its delivery—and in turn, he pulled the kill he had ensured prior to their arrival, unwilling to arrive to the wolves who had welcomed his daughter into their home to heal empty handed. The goat was nestled before him—and his eyes carefully gauged Silvertongue with a flicker of concern before focusing upon any sign of movement before them.