Swiftcurrent Creek let the water wash away your sins

“Jakoul stay,” he confirmed, his tone a low rumble though he shared a look with Arric. It was then the creek wolf pressed his forehead to hers—significant only in the sense of camaraderie—a test of sorts, as he accepted her as what one would traditionally call pack.

And with that, Akavir would slip away from them, an idle flick of his tail the only indication to Arric that he would be patrolling their borders, ensuring their newest recruit had not come as a trojan horse with others waiting among the shadows for their distraction.