Swiftcurrent Creek cowpoke

Tag for Danni since I assume she'd want in on this!

The riddle of scars along his body had formed—the scabs removed and the wounds closed. The ivory angel he had come upon the other side of the mountain had helped him avoid infection, and while there was still some stiffness to his joints, Akavir would tend to his wounds time to time, but the skin remained raw in places—easy to open.

Not ideal for the scenario playing out before him. Tearing his eyes from the ragtag group that dropped their things near a creek he meant to claim, he cast his gaze upon @Arric, looking over the solid man with the hint of question in his gaze. “What do you make of this?” His voice low, a gentle rumble, but from their standpoint, he could hear the strangers talking—the discussion of battle in the air.

Did they fight for their own? Did they retreat for now? Or did they try to see if they could recruit. He didn’t relish the thought of another fight—but given his mate dead, his children gone, and all he had left was this despondent place… He didn’t have much lose going into a fight at this point. But Arric might have felt differently.