Whitebark Stream It's deciding where to die and deciding where to fight

Defeat. It was not something Artyom expected to find when his gaze swept over Kavik's powerful frame, yet it radiated from his every pore. The pale Alpha felt his muscles slacken somewhat and he inhaled deep to release it in a heavy sigh. "Expected, and probably deserved," he breathed. Kavik would know that without being told, though. Artyom, despite having not witnessed the venom with which Grezig had spat her words, did not find difficulty in deciphering how she felt for the rogue's return.

A request was made, one that the pale-furred Alpha contemplated for a quiet moment. He had already considered how he might deal with such an encounter should Kavik choose to return, and felt confident in the direction he intended to guide this exchange. "I want to help you," he answered with a deep frown, "but how can I trust your word this time?"