Duck Lake renəˌsäns

Sven's posture was not enough to convince Swift that he was here on kind terms. The assumption that his packmate had only come to ruin his fun then only morphed into an uncertain suspicion as Sven told him he had been worried and apologized for upsetting him at the meeting. Swiftlet was silent at length as he puzzled.

After a few moments his mien relaxed and opened, offering a glimpse of rising willingness to accept this apology, but it was still writ on his face that he was disbelieving and suspicious. Swift sat and leaned toward Sven, peering intently as he asked a question that had begun to burn. 

Did my mother send you?