Swiftcurrent Creek meadowline

‘He is not a good person.’
“No shit,” he drawled, gaze flashing from Arric back to the stranger, unable to contain the sardonic snort that escaped him. Of course, Akavir also just threw the barely conscious man into a creek—maybe, just maybe, he shouldn’t be so quick to judge.

It rankled him, that thought.

“The man said something was back there. Something bad.” The threat had been vague—could have even been said in the heat of the moment, but Akavir wasn’t overly keen to shrug it off as nothing.

His jaw set. The earthen rogue offered to hunt while they healed. “Why would you do that?”