Jade Fern Grove just a young gun with a quick fuse

Her eyes burned—there was a history with this Akashingo for her, and he wondered of it— but did not question it. Were it something she wished for him to know, she would share. Akavir was a quick fuse in many ways, but there was an air of patience to him, when it came to those he cared for—

—to think he would even allow himself to care for one outside of his pack. “An elk for the directions and information,” he agreed, personally giving her an out from having to visit the lands with him. “In a few weeks time.”

And—so she moved—the warmth she offered suddenly gone, and his side met with cold air. His gaze shot back to her sharply—traveling the curve of her, a rugged grin threatening at his lips. “You tempt me even outside of your time,” he rumbled, his own form lifting, muzzle drifting in her direction as if he wished to follow. He did.

He wouldn’t.

“I’ll see you soon,” he mused, eyes intent upon her, pushing aside his want to ask her so many more things—things he had simply no business knowing.