Swiftcurrent Creek bayou

He couldn’t figure the man’s angle. A determination seemed to strong him all but for what purpose, Akavir couldn’t say. 

Familial ties was dated to be spoken from the man’s lips, and Akavir didn’t stop the pointed stare he offered then— battered, not just bruised but close to broken, he couldn’t even imagine what he looked like to any onlooker. But he couldn’t fathom a connection in their family lineage was what kept the other here—but he also hadn’t posed a threat yet. 

And perhaps it was time for Akavir to learn to trust a little more blindly than what he was comfortable with. 

Rest, then. You’ll need all the energy and patience you can get, I’m sure, he offered.