Swiftcurrent Creek meadowline

They were in rough shape—there was no getting around that.

Akavir gave a nod to the other’s words, considering their next move. “If they keep coming back… we meet to the standing stones, yeah? There’s a pack there. No one should die for a piece of land.” Akavir might not have had anything left in life to lose—but Arric still could.

“Yeah, I don’t trust him. And as for the girl? Dunno. She’s in rough shape… figured she would just bleed out with the other woman if they tried to drag each other’s hides away to safety.” He shrugged. “Wait it out, for now. She’s free to go whenever she wants.” He paused. “What do you think?”