Swiftcurrent Creek murphy's law

She’s sharp in her words—straight forward, thought she always is. He wants to say more—Arric would have been a decent candidate but he couldn’t simply offer the man up. If the Beta was intrigued, he held the ability to seek our the dark-pelted woman.

She goes to move away—Akavir feeling the flex of his paws as he desires to go after her, but he refrains. Her scent is thick upon the air—tantalizing, but is it her scent that draws him to her, or how things had been left? Awkward and with a rift…

He can’t tell. And solemnly, he watches her go, knowing when she returned, he would need to seek her out, reiterate her place here and that he had only thought to help.

Despite that such things, it seemed, were never taken that way.