Swiftcurrent Creek knows best

There was a sense of foreboding in the man—it was easy enough to determine why. In their midst, there was a youthful she-wolf who had been all but maimed by their jaws, another, a woman who had begun to tend to them with no questions asked, and then a youthful man who had known and likely been friends with the unsavory crew that Akavir was almost certain would return with a vengeance.

His eyes swept out over the creek—was it worth it?

That was when the silver and aged woman came to view, and he halted his pace. Champagne eyes withheld his weariness—his emotions withdrawing as he maintained to remain unassuming her presence. “Not sure it’s overly safe here, these days,” he offered to her, moving closer.