Swiftcurrent Creek nuevo

Hunting—star seeking. All things that would benefit any wolf within the valley, and Akavir hummed a gentle approval, his eyes fixated upon her with a gleam.

They had parted from their tangle of strength and wit—but her admittance drew him more upright, his eyes sharpening upon her, and with a tightened jaw, the man set forward, his powerful arms looking to sweep her closer to him, mouth playing closer to her ear in a protective surge. “I have a hard time considering you were ever weak, bòidheach.”