Swiftcurrent Creek meadowline

It didn’t fully add up. The man claimed to know them, and then not to really know them—but he knew the man. But if he had been here to fight, he would have started it by now—Arric and Akavir making easier targets now then they would in a dew days.

He trusted the other Mayfair about as far as he could throw him. And the look he shot to Arric reiterated this. “You wanna help?” The rumble of his voice was low, his eyes falling fast upon the younger man. “Fine. Go hunt, and take it to your red headed little friend. She’s not doing so good but I’m finding my ‘fuck’s to give’ are a little low after she and your other friends came to our land and attacked us.”