Stone Circle clach-thalmhainn

The pinch in her pretty countenance was not missed, but it was also not dwelled upon. He could not offer more detail only because his plans were not yet set in motion. While he took in the sight of the land behind her at first, his gaze darted to hers when she subtly shifted, her own eyes seeming to follow his with a grimness he found oddly endearing.

Endearing also was the veiled threat she placed upon him—and Akavir knew, then, that either as pack mates or neighbors, this pack was of great interest to him. “I’m getting older,” he offered her, the briefest flicker of amusement gracing his features. “I’ve no interest in cruelty, mischief or mayhem.”

And then, for the sake of revealing good intentions, his muzzle dipped lightly. “I’m Akavir Frostfur.” Because being on first name terms couldn't be a bad thing, could it?