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Harrowed and restless, Akavir had hunted through the night. His findings lay at the bank of the creek as he bathed—the glint of morning light just coming to the horizon. The blood washed from him—but it was truly the tension that he wished to shed most.

The cloying scent drifted in the air—such a familiar and promising thing—and with an influx of some new members, the ebony wolf could not quite place who it was.

He didn’t intend to find out, either.

Emerging from the banks roughly, he gave a shake of his pelt—the water droplets spraying nearby, including the caught hare from before. As the sun poked further from its bed in morning greeting, the Alpha withheld a yawn—his jaws snapping down to grasp the rabbit and begin his trek to the den—to the little mouths he had to feed, who, for once, he had left with @Arric.