Swiftcurrent Creek playing with a stick of dynamite

Arric hadn't seen much of Akavir lately, but he hadn't much minded. They were friends that could exist in the same environment and not demand. Spring was coming as fast as winter had. He was excited for the start of it. Also a little wary about it.

Suddenly he saw Akavir coming down the hill and he waited, quietly. A small grin upon his face.

Hello. He called out.