Swiftcurrent Creek knows best

The humorous statement did pull the tweak of a smirk to the lips of the shadowed man. He could only be grateful for that—the fancies of spring generally pressed a whole new level of unease in the Mayfair.

Mother May—a fitting name, and yet he almost wondered if she was toying with him in that moment. Her lilac eyes upon him, his own studying her just as curiously, trying to determine her purpose.

“We have… a she-wolf who seems to enjoy the challenge we presented her with our injuries. She’s been tending to us.” He still wasn’t entirely certain of her end goal, other than she seemed purely entertained for the moment by working on them. “Testing her mettle, I suppose.”