Swiftcurrent Creek Left its seeds while I was sleeping

When Arric arrived next to him—a hulking shadow who moved with a stealth that shouldn’t have been possible for a man his size—Akavir barely cast him a sideways glance, his own eyes staring to the empty space left behind from @Jakoul, a frown pulling his features.

Arric was a man of many words, but particularly more so right now, and the Mayfair took his healthy dose of reality and medicine with a certain quiet, though there was a certain annoyance that flared in him. A bare of his teeth were given, not necessarily to his Beta, but for the entire situation in and of itself.

“You think?” He huffed, now finally allowing his eyes to slide over to his counterpart leader. “Because I think I just let her dodge a bullet.” Bristling, and then, truly curious, he continued: “What would you have me do, Arric? Mate her? Sire a litter? My first mate and I met through her heat… we gave into it all when we were young and didn’t know any better.”