Swiftcurrent Creek playing with a stick of dynamite

Eyes fell on Arric—tracing old and fading injuries on the man, a frown clouding his features. “Anything I should know about?” Scrapes seemed to be commonplace between the two—but that didn’t mean Akavir would stop asking about them. He sidled up closer to the taller man, pale eyes sweeping over his Beta with piqued interest.